Chapter 1
TERROR FOR REVA’S GUEST
Reva Dalby tapped her red nails on the armrest of the cab and waited impatiently for the traffic light to change. The driver could have made it through the yellow. It was just her luck to get a cautious driver, afraid of a little ice on the road.
The light finally changed to green. The driver eased the cab forward and headed into North Hills, the wealthy section of Shadyside where Reva lived.
When he turned into Reva’s driveway, she let out a sigh of relief.
Finally! After twelve weeks in that cell Smith College calls a dorm room, I’m finally home!
My own private room, with a phone. A bathroom all to myself. No disgusting cafeteria food for almost a month. No early-morning classes. No roommate.
Well, not exactly, Reva corrected herself, glancing at the short, brown-haired girl sitting next to her in the backseat of the cab.
Grace Morton was her roommate at college, and Reva had invited her home for the Christmas break. But Grace would stay in one of the guest rooms, naturally. Reva would have plenty of privacy.
“Quite a house,” the cab driver commented, pulling to a stop.
“It’s beautiful, Reva,” Grace told her.
“Mmm,” Reva agreed. She climbed out of the cab and gazed at the big stone house with satisfaction. A large evergreen wreath with a red bow hung from the front door, and small electric candles glowed in the windows.
“You know what Christmas decoration would look good on that roof?” the driver asked as he hauled their luggage out of the trunk.
“No, but I’m absolutely dying to,” Reva replied sarcastically.
“Santa and his reindeer,” the driver told her. “One of those big displays with flashing lights, you know?”
Reva rolled her eyes. Flashing lights were so tacky. “Thanks for the decorating tip,” she said, stuffing some bills into the driver’s outstretched hand. “Very original.”
“Reva, you didn’t tip him!” Grace whispered as the driver climbed back into the cab, shaking his head.
Reva laughed. “He’ll get over it.”
She laughed again as the driver, angrily, gunned the engine and peeled away. “Maybe that’ll teach him to keep his tacky opinions to himself.”
Grace looked shocked. “But it’s Christmas.”
Reva shrugged. “So I’ll donate his tip to charity, okay? Come on, let’s go inside. No. Leave the bags. That’s what maids are for.”
Eager to escape the cold December wind, Reva hurried up the steps and pushed open the front door.
The foyer was empty.
As Reva led Grace across the marble floor toward the stairs, a piercing shriek echoed through the quiet house. Then footsteps pounded down the stairs and a small figure leaped onto the foyer floor, landing at Grace’s feet.
Grace gasped and shrank back.
Reva frowned. “Michael!” she cried to her eight-year-old brother. “You scared us!”
“I’m not Michael!” Michael bellowed. “I’m The Evil Avenger! The most powerful ninja assassin in the world!”
His blue eyes gleaming with menace, Michael slashed at the air with his hands and went into a crouch. Slowly, he began stalking Grace.
Grace backed away nervously.
Before Reva could stop him, Michael spun around and kicked his foot straight up, missing Grace’s chin by an inch.
“Michael!” Reva shrieked. She dove across the floor and grabbed his arm. “You almost kicked her in the face!”
Michael twisted away from her, laughing. “And I could have, too!” he exclaimed, still slashing his hands through the air. “I meant to miss, dummy. If I wanted to, I would have knocked her head off!”
Reva took a deep breath and turned to Grace. Grace watched Michael warily, her round face drained of color. “Michael, this is my roommate from college, Grace Morton. She’s going to spend the Christmas holiday with us.”
“I’m not Michael!” Michael repeated. He whirled around and kicked his leg out again. “I’m the Avenger, get it? The Evil Avenger!” With one final kick, he raced up the stairs.
Reva took another deep breath. “Wow. Dad wasn’t kidding, I guess.”
“Kidding about what?” Grace sat down on the bottom step as if her legs couldn’t hold her up any longer.
“He said Michael has been acting out these violent scenes lately,” Reva explained. “Dad thinks it’s because of my kidnapping.” She shivered, remembering the horror of last Christmas, when she thought she was going to die at the hands of kidnappers. “Anyway, he’s worried about Michael.”
“I can see why.” Grace bit her lip and glanced around nervously. Then she jumped up and grabbed Reva’s arm.