Chapter Fifty-four: Father & Daughter Time
I sat across from my father in the small café, picking at my meal. I could tell he was growing impatient. I'd been trying to figure out what I should actually tell him for a while. A smarter person would sell them out. I mean what did I owe any of them really? But if what he planned would lead to outright war? I had to risk my mum and sisters safety. There was no other alternative, it sucked. I looked up from my plate, projecting confidence and a false smile.
“Well, they believe I want to help them. I've managed to get the nephilim to trust me by teaching him tips when fighting spawns. Nothing big of course. He seems to like fighting, though I doubt he'd admit just yet,” I explained. I tried not to glance at the building across the street. How far had they gotten? I needed to come up with ways to drag this conversation out. I could tell he wanted to go back.
“And what about the girl?” he asked. I frowned and took a mouthful of food while I thought up the best way to answer. If I smoothly joined the group he'd be suspicious.
“She doesn't fully trust me yet. But I'm working on it. I'll drag her shopping or something. Might need money for that though,” I said. Acting nonchalant as expected. He'd give me the money without a second thought, we could use it.
“So she's been around?” he asked.
“Yeah, she mostly hangs out round the house with the nephilim. The two have grown pretty damn close,” I laughed. I realised I'd made a mistake the moment I saw his expression.
“So, their close? That's good to know,” he murmured. His smirk told me they wouldn't like anything he had planned.
“Well, I guess. They fight a lot. All the time actually,” I embellished. Though based on what I'd seen it wasn't that far from the truth.
“Is that why she went off the radar for a few days?” he asked. I blinked at him, I hadn't realised he'd been keeping tabs on her. Of course he would've. I couldn't say she'd gone to hell. The thing we relied on here was being constantly underestimated.
“Not sure. I think she has family somewhere far away. Maybe there?” I suggested with a shrug.
“We checked, she didn't turn up,” he said. Damn, they had people watching her family? She didn't even talk to them. I chewed my lower lip and ate some more. Why hadn't I thought about this earlier? I needed a good excuse, and fast.
“The nephilim has a second place his parents don't use. She might've hid there,” I said, happy to have grasped a good place.
“Interesting. I'll pull some records and get some people to look at it,” he said. He stood up to call people and I sighed in relief. Then alarm hit me, mum and Kelly would be there! I grabbed my phone and texted Kelly to get out of there, no time for questions. I had to hope she listened. I put the phone away in time for dad to sit back down. He glanced at his watch.
“I need to head back,” he muttered. They'd only had twenty minutes.
“Wait!” I yelled, grabbing his arm and the attention of some of the people sitting near us. He shot me a dark look and I shrugged sheepishly. He sat back down and brushed the sleeve I'd grabbed, smoothing the wrinkles.
“What?” he asked, any trace of kindness gone. I grappled for an answer, I'd need something big to justify the outburst.
“I was thinking we could go into town. It's been a while since we hung out. You know … like normal,” I said. It was worst excuse in the world. Especially since we'd never hung out like normal. I worked for him when he needed, and during that time he might be nice to me. Even give me money and stuff. But he would never act like my father. I expected him to blow me off, but he seemed to consider the words. I'd never asked before, because I figured he'd never be interested. But he was mulling it over? I wasn't sure what to think. I could just hold my breath and watch the clock.