The Perfect Bait

Declan

My eyes swept over the person who answered the door.

She was tiny, couldn't have been older than nineteen with a round, childlike face and wide doe eyes that sat behind a pair of thick-framed glasses slightly too big for her face. Sienna didn't tell me about her.

"Hey. Are the Crosses in?" I asked.

But she just stared at me, mouth hanging open like someone had yanked the words right out of