Skinwalker

Chapter 4

I really want some bacon. Just saying. 

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Bacon. 

Please. 

Anwen didn’t understand why the teacher suddenly went purple in the face and was obviously biting back his cutting remarks.

“Our father is the biggest financial backer of your school,” said a wicked voice by her left ear.

“Your teachers can’t say a word against the Hargreaves family,” said an identical voice at her right.

Anwen jumped sky high and spun round to see twins with wicked grins standing behind her with their arms over each other’s shoulders. She looked at them in surprise and they winked at her in unison.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that Charles Hargreaves would send his sons to attend this fair as well,” Gillian said, shaking Victor by the hand.

“Of course, since my father helped arrange it. He’s busy at the moment in London for business. But this is James, my eldest brother, to represent father,” Victor introduced.

So that’s how they were getting such coverage. The wealthy, influential Charles Hargreaves had arranged for it.

James was tall and handsome, sharing his father’s noble features and quiet pride.

Since the attention were now on the Hargreaves brothers, Anwen tried to slip away but the twins caught hold of her by either arm, “Where you going?” they asked as one.

“To hide under a rock,” Anwen replied in the tiniest voice.

The twins cackled and Victor spotted them and went to save her from them. “Julian, Damian- leave her alone,” he told them, “You’ll scare her off.”

“We just want to play with her.”

“No, she’s mine. Be gone demons.”

Julian and Damian scowled at their older brother before sauntering off. As they left, Anwen suddenly realised that even their clothes were colour coordinated with one another.

“Right, now that that’s over- wanna show me where I can get something to eat? I’m starved,” Victor asked, putting his arm round her shoulders.

She looked over at James who was still speaking to Gillian and several of the more important teachers, “Don’t you have to help him or something?” she asked.

“Nah- he can handle those vultures on his own. Come on.”

Anwen brought him to the food stand and bought him a hot dog and some soda. “You have no idea how glad I was when you spoke out like that,” Victor said, swallowing a mouthful of hot dog.

He had mustard on his cheek and Anwen reached out to wipe it off with a napkin, “Hold still.”

“What? Dirt?” he asked, bending down a little to make it easier for her.

“No, you got mustard all over your cheek. Don’t wipe it off with your sleeve.”

“Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

He straightened up and finished the rest of his hot dog when a voice called out in a rather annoyed manner, “Annie!”

Anwen jumped again.

It was Logan. He had probably taken some time off from his father to pop into the art fair.