Chapter Eight – Tea

Cameron POV

It's a known fact that when my mother gets mad that things have a tendency to end extremely badly and this was no different.

"I'll ask again. What the hell is going on here?"

Nicholas POV

Lucy was even more stunning than when I'd left her.

She only looked as if she had aged a few years. Her hair cascaded into chocolate waves, which ended in little ringlets. She was taller and her body had more curves, probably due to the pregnancy. Her glasses were gone and you could see her eyes better. They were no longer just brown. Instead they were hazel with specks of amber in them.

"Good evening, mummy." Madison greeted Lucy, far too cheerily for my taste.

"I'm going to answer once more." Lucy said, addressing the blonde. "What the hell are they doing here?"

"Dad, decided to join us for tea." Cameron snarled at me. Lucy's face was emotionless as she strolled over the table and took a seat at the head.

"Sit." Lucy commanded to everyone, but we remained frozen in our places. "Sit." She repeated, more harshly this time. We were all in our seats before you could blink, except for Kieran.

"Actually, I think I'm just going to go to bed." Kieran said as he edged towards the door.

"Sure, right after you explain to me what's going on." She growled at him.

"We came back to see you, Luce." I said, absent-mindedly. Lucy's head snapped towards me in a solid glare.

"After sixteen years you finally come to see me?" She snapped. Lucy opened her mouth to yell at me again, before closing it again.

"Lucy ple-"

"Shush." She flared, cutting me off mid-plead.

"Mum-" Cameron began, but Lucy held her hand up to silence her.

"Hel-blar." Lucy stated, before getting up from her chair and walking over to the large window in the dining room.

Hunter and Isabeau were by her side in seconds both with stakes in hand. I followed their gaze out the window and saw nothing, but our backyard.

"Kieran take the kids to the basement." Lucy ordered, with her back turned to him. Kieran grabbed Madison and Cameron as he exited the dining room and dragged them down the hall with Bentley in-tow.

"Lucy, I don't see anything…" Solange whispered from the table. Suddenly I could see faint blue dots on the tree line.

"How many do you think?" Isabeau asked no one in particular.

"At least thirty." Hunter remarked.

"Let's go then." Lucy said.