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She frowned as she picked it up.Emerich.
He’d been leaving her gifts all month. Little items to let her know he was still thinking of her.
That she was still in his crosshairs.
Annoyed, she continued running into the kitchen and dropped the box onto the counter.
Genie, who was pouring herself a cup of coffee, looked up at her, surprise filling her face. “What’s that?”
Becca pulled her earbuds out of her ears and laid them on the counter next to the box. “Nothing. Was left out front by the mailbox.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing.” Genie picked up the package, examining it. “It looks like a present. A birthday present.”
“It’s not for you. Nor is it your business.” Becca reached for the box.
Genie pulled it back, clutching it to her chest. “How do you know it’s not for me? I don’t see your name on it. You’re not the only one with a birthday today.” She tilted the box, then yanked off the red ribbon and laid it on the counter next to the earbuds.
“You are annoying, you know that?” Becca grumbled, then turned her back on her sister, pulled a coffee cup out of the cabinet, and filled it from the pot.
Genie lifted a blown glass wolf out of tissue paper and sucked in a breath. “Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful.” She cradled it in her palms, examining the delicate strings of glass.
A wolf. Of course. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Becca said, taking a deep pull off her mug.
“Ow.” Genie dropped the wolf back into the box and stared at the blood filling her palm. “The edges are razor sharp,” she said incredulously.
Becca nodded with an I told you so gesture. “Yep.”
Genie looked up, her eyes narrowing as she quickly shoved her bleeding hand under the faucet and turned on the cold water. “Who sent it?”
Becca shrugged.
“What are you hiding?” her sister demanded.
Becca didn’t say anything; she just continued drinking her coffee, not wanting to share. Once she did, everyone would make a big deal out of it and she’d have to spend the next thirty minutes rehashing every detail. She just didn’t have the energy.
“Becca,” Genie warned. “Tell me what’s going on. You know you can’t hide things from me.”
Becca grinned. “I don’t know. I think I’ve done a pretty good job up until now.”
“Becca!”
“Fine. Emerich sent it.”
Genie’s blue eyes were immediately filled with concern. “Why would you think that?”
Becca held up her palm where a long scab covered her skin. “I’ve been getting one a week. Little glass figurines—beautiful. Fragile. Sharp.” She walked over to a closet and opened the door. The shelf was full of white boxes with red ribbons.
Genie’s eyes narrowed as she gasped. “Some would say just like you.”
“Thanks, but I take offense. I am not fragile.”
“No. You’re not.” Genie gestured toward the box. “What if it isn’t Emerich sending these?”
Becca scowled. “Who else could it be?”
“Are you being watched?”
Becca thought of the wolf in the woods, the buzzing sound, and shrugged.
