Page 294 of The Blairville Legacies

“No, please.” Mia looked at me pleadingly, but I waited until an alarmed Julian answered the phone.

“Julian?”

Mia scrunched up her eyes and grabbed her head.

“Are you at the party at the Dark Lion Club by any chance?”

“No. Why should I?”

“Because I ask you now if you'd like to come by spontaneously and pick up yoursister.”

“What?! What's she doing there? Is she smoking? Is she drinking?”

He'd told me the other day that he'd caught her smoking outside Lola's Diner. Something you weren't supposed to do as a Senseque if you wanted to keep a usable lung in wolf form.

“No, she doesn't drink,” I assured him, looking at Mia in warning.

She rolled her eyes and kicked the cigarette away on the pavement.

I had to talk to her about this. Julian would only worry more.

“Is she with you right now?”

“Yes.”

“Could you hand her over, please?” Julian sounded annoyed.

“He wants to talk to you,” I said and handed Mia the cell phone, but she refused it.

“Mia?! Are you there?”

“Take it,” I said, and she clutched the phone in her hand.

“What the hell! Mia!” I heard Julian say loudly through my phone. “What are you thinking? You're fifteen! This is a fucking club!”

I immediately thought of all the things Julian and Nash had done when they were fifteen. How many parties they'd been to at that point. What they had tried. But they had never smoked.

“Yes Julian, I'm old enough. You don't always have to tell me what to do!” I raised an eyebrow and looked at her in surprise.She was still as cheeky as ever and, above all, she was still so stubborn. “Shall I remind you who's been looking after our father since everything just got worse?”

Mia seemed to be getting angry. Her eyes began to glow yellow.

I quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching us, but most people were busy with other things. Besides, Mia was still too young to transform. Although, she didn't have long before she too would undergo her first transformation and would rise from Omega to Delta.

It was obvious that she had to get out of the witch district, away from the stress at home and into the pack. Her behavior screamed for attention and the urge to prove herself. She would be in good hands with the others, but it was more a question of circumstances and the attitude of her family as to whether she would come to us.

“Give me Emely, please!”

I was back in the present and looked at Mia, who held out her cell phone to me, eyes rolling. She no longer seemed as shy as before, but defiant. She was probably annoyed with Julian and even more annoyed with me.

“Ems?”

“Yes?” I asked calmly. Fuss was out of place in this situation.

“Could you look after Mia?”

NowIrolled my eyes, just like Mia had a few seconds ago, and she had to grin. Her grin reminded me of Julian's, even though they didn't really look alike.

“I'll be right there.”