Thomas was curled in a chair in the living room, a blanket wrapped around him as he huddled in a chair. He looked distinctly unhappy, as anyone would in his situation.
"Maddy," Thomas said, acknowledging his sister's presence. "Can you please tell my fiancee not to go meet Beelzebub?"
Lena was pacing back and forth, her phone in her hand. "He's going to send these to more people."