Sam was clearing dishes from dinner to take to the sink while Amelia settled on the couch with Riot. He heard her curse.
"Fucking Lucifer."
Sam froze, his hand hovering inches above Amelia's plate.
No. No, please. No. He hadn't told her any of it. She wouldn't know. Not unless…
You never left, Sam.
Sam put his hands flat on the table to steady himself. "What?" he said.
She peeled a clump of Riot's fur off of the dog brush. "His fur," she said irritably. "He's leaving it frigging everywhere. Like it's loose or something."