33. Jack
THIRTY-THREE
JACK
Dinner was a simple affair of mixed vegetables, warm biscuits, and honey-glazed chicken. Elijah was still absent from the house, but this didn’t seem to bother Abigail as she entertained her guests.
Jack admired how comfortable she was talking to them as strangers and how she took it upon herself to make sure they were cared for. The way her eyes twinkled when she smiled and the soft layer of freckles around her cheeks just added to her overall charm.
“I hope you all are comfortable staying next door. If there’s anything that’s not in the house, just let me know. I’m sure I can get it for you.”
“Thank you, Abigail, that’s very nice of you. I think we’re fine at the moment. If we do need anything, we’ll be sure to let you know.” Sloan dabbed at the corner of her lips with her napkin.
“How is it that no one has moved into the mayor’s house?” Marcus asked as he finished his plate. “It seems like it’s one of the largest homes in the town.”
“It’s, well,” Abigail looked down at her plate. She took a long breath, “complicated.”
“How so?”
“When the mayor and other people started being attacked, the entire city was looking for an answer. Citizens of Burrow Den were beginning to blame each other. Things were reaching a boiling point. My father calmed them by introducing the idea that maybe the animal was sent to confront those who held worldly possessions in too high a regard.”
“You sound like a politician.” Sloan’s aggressive tone caught everyone off guard. “You’re saying your father told everyone a god sent an animal to attack the rich?”
Abigail cleared her throat uncomfortably. Jack knew he had to step in before Sloan tore her apart.
“Maybe we should ask Elijah ourselves,” Jack said.
Sloan didn’t say a word.
Jack caught Abigail looking at him. The small smile she gave him was all the thanks he needed.