Chapter 119

Diana’s POV

The two exchanged glances with Harry’s looking annoyed, while Charles wore a satisfied, almost smug, expression.

Amicable, my ass. I spoke too soon. The girls in the house only rolled their eyes.

Charles smirked, using his two hands to secure the long gun in his arms.

“My house, my gun.”

Harry shrugged, “That’s fine. I only need one hand anyway.”

“Seriously, just check the door!” Elena whispered loudly.

Harry and Charles grumbled at each other, slowly stepping towards the door in sync with their guns pointed at it. Harry stopped a few feet away from it, confusing Charles.

“Your house. Open it,” Harry goaded.

Charles shot him a glare before turning the knob. In one swift motion, the door opened.

“Woah, woah! Careful with those things!” It was Arthur, he quickly turned the pointers away and rushed to lock the door behind him.

“Are you guys crazy?!”

“We’re fugitives now. Do you blame us?” I answe