❝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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𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃 across the couch between Colby and Jake, her legs draped over Colby's lap as she absentmindedly picked at the last brownie crumbs on a plate. Eva and Vic were wedged on the other side, half-asleep as a muted Halloween movie played in the background. It was that lazy, warm kind of evening where everyone melted into the cushions with no intention of moving.
Then Celia's voice tore through the calm like a chainsaw.
"Open up. I know you're in there."
They all jumped. Vic nearly rolled off the couch. Colby stiffened instantly, his spine going straight as a board. Aveline gave him a quick look, eyebrows raised, silently asking what his problem was.
Eva opened the door only halfway. "Celia."
Celia glided in without waiting for an invitation, her coat swishing behind her like a cape. "Colby! Be a love and shape-shift into me so I don't have to deal with myself today."
Colby froze. Aveline elbowed him, trying to jolt him out of his weird staring.
Eva sighed dramatically. "I don't have all day. Well, technically I do. I just don't want to waste it on y'all." She scanned the living room and wrinkled her nose at the sight of them piled on the couch like lazy kittens.
"I came to let you know," she continued, "that I installed security cameras around the property."
Eva's eyes widened. "Oh. Well... if this is about the missing tomatoes from your garden, I'm betting a deer stole them. Or ate them. Deer do that, I think."
Vic nodded proudly. "And for the record, deer do not like when you try to ride them. I checked."
Celia looked at him like he had personally offended her intelligence. "Anyway. I'm supposed to tell you that you might be recorded since one of my cameras faces your house. That's the law, according to the chief of police—my boo."
Jake sat up straighter, trying to sound polite. "Which part of the house... exactly?"
"The back door," Celia said, pointing her manicured finger.
Colby flinched so hard the couch creaked.
Aveline shot him another look. "Why are you acting like a squirrel on espresso?"
Celia squinted at Jake. "And why is this child apologizing for him? Actually, why is he even talking to me?" She waved her hand dismissively. "Look, I can watch all the footage from this app on my phone. I just need to read the instructions. And honestly, that's going to be more thrilling than sitting here listening to you people breathe."
She snapped her purse shut with a loud click. "Have a blessed night. Or don't. I don't care." And then she strutted out.
