Chapter 1305
“Fine, we’ll do it your way p>
Evan let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“It’s already afternoon, so today, Uncle will be teaching me. Bernard, you’ll just
have to watch,” Evan said.
“Hmph!” Bernard snorted, one of them looking smug while the other looked
seriously annoyed.
The big guy with the scarred face stepped forward, his expression deadly serious.
He was just about to launch into a lecture when Bernard suddenly cut in.
“If you suck at offense, don’t mess him up. I’ll teach him how to attack, you stick to
defense p>
Everyone knew, after all: the best fighters could play both sides of the game—
offense and defense.
The scar-faced guy glared daggers at Bernard, practically grinding his teeth.
“This is my time. Nobody asked you. If you keep quiet, nobody’s going to think
you’re dead,” he snapped.
Bernard just rolled his eyes and shut up.
The scar-faced guy really didn’t want to admit it, but Bernard wasn’t wrong. When
it came to attacking, Bernard had skills he just couldn’t match.
He’d tried teaching Evan some offense before, but after sparring with Bernard,
he’d figured it was better to focus on defense. That was where he really had
something to offer.
“Evan, when your opponent is weak, sure, you can end things quick. But if you’re
up against someone just as good as you—or even better—solid defense will keep
you alive and might just give you the upper hand p>
“Come at me. I’ll show you how to cover yourself better p>
While Elysia and the kids were busy—some drawing with sidewalk chalk, others
chasing each other around the backyard—Tarquin was off to the side, standing
quietly by the picket fence, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers.
His smoking habit had gotten a lot better, but he hadn’t quit completely. When
something weighed on his mind, he still needed that familiar comfort.
All he could think about was finding the real source of the eighth mutation of the
virus. Over and over, he replayed memories of his parents—their laughter, their
voices, and especially the day they died.
He tried to pick apart those memories, searching for clues, for anything he might
have missed the first hundred times.
Some memories were sweet, some were bitter. But because it all ended so badly,
even the sweet ones turned sour, and the bitter ones just hurt more.
Eventually, all that pain just turned into grief.
Tarquin furrowed his brow, not wanting to go back through those memories again,
but forcing himself to anyway.
He smoked, and remembered. Smoked, and remembered, again and again.
By dusk, Evan and the scar-faced guy returned to their little cabin.
They’d sent a message ahead, so
nobody was surprised to see them.
Dinner was served outside on the
porch—fried chicken, mashed
potatoes, corn on the cob,
lemonade—everyone gathered
around, laughing and sharing stories
as the sun dipped below the trees.
Just after sunset, a sudden flash of
light appeared outside the backyard
fence. It burst open, and in the
fading light, everyone saw a tiny
bunny made of glowing sparks.
Then, another flash, and another rabbit appeared.
One, two, three… five, six, seven, eight p>
New sparkly bunnies popped up
before the old ones disappeared,
each one wiggling its nose, sporting
a different color—white, gray, black,
even a few pink ones.
The kids’ jaws dropped in awe. “Whoa p>
Baby was bouncing with excitement next to Elysia, practically jumping out of her
shoes. “Bunny! Mommy, look—so many bunnies p>
The kids were thrilled, and even Walter grinned from ear to ear.
“Hey, Baby, do you like them?” he asked.
“Love them! Love them p>
Evan’s eyes went wide. “Walter, are those… fireworks p>
“Yup! Made them this afternoon. Pretty cool, huh p>
“But… why don’t I hear any noise? Aren’t fireworks supposed to go bang p>
Walter grinned. “Didn’t want to scare the little one, so I made them silent p>
Evan stared. “Wait, what p>
It wasn’t just Evan—Tarquin looked over too, just as shocked. “How the hell did
you pull that off p>
Silent fireworks. Only Walter.