“And you thought not telling me was better than the truth?” Ivanhoff stamped one hoof angrily, leaving a cloven imprint in the smooth wet sand, “When exactly did you decide that was going to be a smart idea?”
I stared at the lapping edge of the sea, not wanting to be involved, wanting to be anywhere but here. Ivanhoff was glowering at my older brother, angry, flat bovine teeth chewing at his thick lip. Tony, a teenager I had always associated with sticking his hands in his pockets and shuffling