A free manMature

Danyael’s jaw hung open as he absorbed what I had just explained. “Wow,” his words finally came. He studied me for a moment, a serious look stamped on his face. “You threw your computer out of the office window?”

I nodded still dazed, not sure if I should be smiling or frowning.

“Through a tempered glass window?” he added frustration clear in his voice.

I cringed, “Thinking back, it wasn’t such a good idea.”

“You don’t say,” his voice dripped with sarcasm. “We had an argument about being more careful around humans yesterday… and you pull a stunt like that? Sam, those windows are designed specifically not to break. It’s exactly the type of behavior the hunters are looking for. Well done.”

“Ok, ok. It was a stupid thing to do,” I admitted. “I got carried away and I am sorry.” Only I wasn’t really sorry. Leaving this place felt right. I could finally start living again.

“We just moved here not even a year ago and we already have to leave. We’re running out of continents to move to.” His face was red with anger. Maybe now he understood what he put me through all those years.

I shook my head, “We don’t have to leave. It was just a safety window, not bulletproof glass. Trust me, no one will think anything of it.” Part of me wished I were right.

He sighed heavily and rolled his shoulders to calm himself. “What are you going to do now that you’re a free man?” he said crossing his arms.

“I haven’t thought that far yet.” I shrugged. “Maybe I’ll try to enjoy myself so that you can finally stop nagging,” I added giving him a mean look.

His eyes lit up and a wide grin appeared on his lips.

“Oh no. Not that face. Anything but that face,” I said looking up at the ceiling to avoid his gaze.

“You could help me with the bar,” he said all traces of his bad mood gone.

“No no no. Once in a while, maybe, but I’m not going there every night.” I backed away. “The music, the crowd, the smells...”

“You’ll meet so many lovely ladies you won’t even notice all those things. And it’s only until I hire more people. We’ve been very busy lately, which is an awesome thing, but it hasn’t given me much time to interview anyone. Please.” He paused and looked at me sadly, “I need you Sammie,” he added using the nickname Father used for me.

He knew exactly which buttons to press to have me do just about anything he wanted. “Two weeks maximum.” I groaned giving in.

“Yes!” He slapped the counter with enthusiasm. “This is going to be fun. Watch out world, the brothers are back!”

I closed my eyes and put a hand over my face. What was I getting myself into?