"Well, with a brother like Oliver, I'm sure you're very well looked after," Slade drawled under his breath with a sleazy smirk, one leg thrown over the other as that single steely eye pierced through your own. Your mother had left you to answer the door yourself, leaving you in the company of an Australian man who claimed to be Oliver's old friend.

You stiffly nod your head, not eager to spill your family secrets to him. You glance towards the door, hoping someone would come soon.