❝Why do always call me Cherry?❞
❝Because your lips taste like Cherries.❞
When teenage supervillain Havoc stands up to the head of the League of Villains, Colby Madden's family is forced to change their identities and relocate to a sleepy Texas subur...
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 like butter, syrup, and... exhaustion.
Aveline slumped at the table with her cheek resting in her palm, her hair a little tangled like she hadn't brushed it in a day. Her eyes were half‑open, and she lazily stabbed at a pancake like it had personally wronged her. Eva sat across from her, sipping juice, trying not to laugh every time Aveline listed sideways.
Hartley slid into her usual seat and blinked at the towering platter in the middle of the table. "Um... does your family always have pancakes for dinner?"
Amy didn't even look up from her plate. "Well, we can't break the law anymore," she said, monotone, exhausted in her own right.
Eva nudged Aveline's shoulder gently. "So we break the rules of breakfast instead," she added, trying to sound bright even though Aveline looked like she might fall asleep face‑first into syrup.
Aveline let out a weak groan. "Breaking breakfast feels harder than breaking the law."
Hartley snorted. "You look like you ran a marathon."
"I did," Aveline mumbled. "A social one."
Amy shot her a quick, secret look that said same.
Hartley grabbed for the pitcher of syrup and glanced around. "Hey... where's Colby? I haven't seen him all day."
Eva sighed. "I don't know. Ever since he shape‑shifted into a fly, I've had the toughest time keeping tabs on him."
A tiny voice buzzed from somewhere near Vic's plate. "I'm down here avoiding your fork!"
Hartley screamed, practically leaping out of her chair.
Vic froze mid‑cut. "What are you doing in my pancakes? Get your own!"
"I wish I could," Colby said, tiny wings struggling. "I'm stuck in the syrup!"
Vic shrugged, unbothered. "Fine. I'll just eat around you."
Aveline glanced over with a deadpan stare. "You know, this is the least weird thing that's happened this week."
"Speak for yourself," Eva muttered as she nudged Hartley back into her chair.
The kitchen door swung open and Amy walked in, but she paused when she saw Hartley studying her closely.
"Hey, Amy," Hartley said carefully.
Amy straightened. "Hey."
"Everything okay?"
Amy tensed, just slightly. "Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?"
Aveline lifted her head just enough to give Amy a warning look. Don't freak out. Stay normal.
But Hartley leaned forward, squinting. "I mean... do you know something I don't know? Because if you did, you could tell me. Doesn't matter what it is."
