“Wow, okay,” I said, “You’re clearly a very bad person, and I don’t want to be around you. Goodnight!”
I walked off, ignoring the echoing sound of his false apologies, and left Anya to deal with him. She had a much better chance of putting him in his place than I did.
Except I was stopped in my path by the heavy, dull thunk of rain starting, followed by aggressively bright flashes of lightning through the ceiling to floor glass windows of the hallway. Then thunder, great and booming, and not all too far behind the rain.
I hurried back out to where the two of them sat toying with the remains of our meal.
“Y’all hearing that?” I asked. I wasn’t liking the idea of being trapped in this lodge by lightning.
“It’s probably nothing,” Joseph said, with a nonchalant shrug that also, infuriatingly, matched his brother’s.
Then the lights went out.