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Beckett had thought—hoped, perhaps even prayed in her own way—that her words would have struck a chord of fear in Eva. That had been the intent. And deep down, she had probably hoped that her younger siblings would notice this and start to think that maybe, just maybe, Beckett had told her something that shocked her into being more compliant. It was a risky move, since children were unpredictable little creatures, and teenagers even more so.
She was wrong, though. Neither Caleb nor Alice seemed aware at all of Eva’s predicament, because in fact, Eva herself seemed utterly nonchalant when it was time for them to head back to the mansion. Beckett had since dried thanks to the sun and general warmth of the day, and while the bottoms of her shorts—not her shorts, actually, just what she was stuck wearing—were still stained, the mud had since dried, and Beckett was able to d