Danyael’s jaw hung loosely as he absorbed what I had explained. “Wow,” his words finally came. He studied me for a moment with a serious look. “You threw a computer out of an office window?”
I nodded still dazed, unsure if I should be smiling or frowning at all this.
“Through a tempered glass window?” he added raising his voice.
I cringed, “Thinking back, it wasn’t such a good idea.”
“You don’t say,” his voice dripped with sarcasm. “We just had a fight about being more careful around humans… and you pull a stunt like that? Those windows are designed not to break. Well done Sam, this is exactly the type of behavior the hunters are looking for.” He clapped his hands sarcastically. “Did you want to flash the Bat-signal while you’re at it?”
I winced and closed my eyes. “Sorry…”
He exhaled heavily and walked to his room.
“What are you doing?” I asked following him.
“I’m going to pack, what else do you think?” he said annoyed.
I shook my head, “We don’t have to leave. It was a safety window, not bulletproof glass. Trust me, no one will think anything of it.”
“I hope you’re right.” He said rolling his shoulders to relax himself. “And what’s with you all of a sudden? You’re usually the first one packing.”
He was right; I was cautious while he was reckless, yet today the roles were inverted.
“I’m not sure… but you got your wish.” He stared back with a confused look. “I finally understand what you’ve been nagging about all this time... The thick fog in my head is gone, I can taste freedom again.” I smiled.
He lifted an eyebrow. “What are you going to do now?” 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 stop nagging for good.”
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 it.
“You could help me with the bar,” he said all traces of his bad mood gone.
“No no no,” I said seeing his smile widen even more. “The music, the crowd, the smells...” I shuddered slightly.
“Come on. You’ll meet so many lovely ladies you won’t even notice all those things. And it’s only until I hire more people. Please.” He paused and looked at me with a sad face. “I need your help Sammie,” he added using the nickname Father used to call me. “You owe me.”
He knew exactly which buttons to press to have me do anything he wanted. “Two weeks maximum.” I groaned giving in.
“Yes!” He slapped the wall 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?