he’s a moron and wants to get killed,” he glares at D for a moment and then continues. “D you don’t know this but you’ve met Ariella before in a park the day your parents were killed.”
D smirks. “I thought I recognized those blue eyes. I remember now. That explains why Theenis was there that day. I can’t believe you idiots didn’t tell me about her sooner. You knew I’d find out eventually didn’t you?” D scoffs while staring at me with interest.
I put two and two together and recall the boy in the park. Daymon .
“Your grandmother would kill my father for associating with a vampire, she would kill Ariella for being part vampire,” Jacob says through gritted teeth and bit of worry in his voice.
I suck in a quick breath. Could I be part vampire? Part Immortal? Wouldn’t I feel different? I mean, I feel normal. But then again, do I really know what normal feels like? My thoughts are interrupted by D.
“Theenis is my best friend. He’s saved my life more than once. I wouldn’t ever tattle on him,” D says as if shocked. “That’s insane.”
“Would you risk your own life and daughter’s on that if the situation were reversed?” he asks D who doesn’t answer and only shrugs.
“So he is okay, Ariella. He will wake up at any moment and be at the front door. Immortals can’t die,” Jacob reassures me. This is the only hope I have for my father being alright so I grasp on to it, willing myself to believe. Then, I see Nathan stir out of the corner of my eye and realize that I’ve nearly forgotten about him. I sigh, thanking god that he is okay, he’s at least breathing anyway.
The two men stare at me while I digest what they’ve told me. Only I can’t digest it because my mind won’t let me. Of course I want to believe that my father is alive but it all seems so surreal. I look at Jacob but avoid eye contact. Does he look like me? My father? Is it possible that we are in fact related? I realize that his eyes are the same deep dark brown as my father’s and his hair the same shade as his as well. I could share the same nose as him and maybe even eyebrows. Maybe, it isn’t so impossible.
“If you were four that day at the park can you really remember the color of my eyes fourteen years later or are you joking?” Out of the millions of questions I need to ask, this is what comes out. I almost laugh at myself.
He chuckles. “Witches have excellent memories and I wasn’t really four. I got caught by Marco a few weeks prior to that day. I needed to escape, only there was no way out and the only people that knew I was missing were Theenis and Jacob and they didn’t know how to save me or even where I was. I didn’t want them getting mixed up in my mess anyways. I remembered an old spell I read in one of my mother’s books. It was one that allowed you to be reborn. I never thought I’d find a use for it and so I could hardly remember how to do it when I needed it that day. I cast it and then I killed myself. Boy was my mother ever surprised when she had me. Again. Witches mature far faster than humans. It was a few weeks later that I was able to tell them what happened. Then somehow Marco tracked me to them and well you know the rest. He killed them and then followed me to the park. He recaptured me, killed your mom when she got in the way, and nearly killed you. I ’m nearly 300 years old, Ariella, not eighteen.”
Suddenly I’m gawking at him as if he’s grown a third ear.
“I was running trying to find Theenis’ house only my four year old brain couldn’t remember where it was. I’m not gonna lie, I got distracted by a playground. When you showed up at the park I could tell you weren’t human, you had a spark like our kind do, a light. Even without my mind fully developed I could sense you were a light supernatural through Denver’s haze. The mountains here have these crystals that confuse even the strongest supernaturals and make them unable to sense each other unless
D smirks. “I thought I recognized those blue eyes. I remember now. That explains why Theenis was there that day. I can’t believe you idiots didn’t tell me about her sooner. You knew I’d find out eventually didn’t you?” D scoffs while staring at me with interest.
I put two and two together and recall the boy in the park. Daymon .
“Your grandmother would kill my father for associating with a vampire, she would kill Ariella for being part vampire,” Jacob says through gritted teeth and bit of worry in his voice.
I suck in a quick breath. Could I be part vampire? Part Immortal? Wouldn’t I feel different? I mean, I feel normal. But then again, do I really know what normal feels like? My thoughts are interrupted by D.
“Theenis is my best friend. He’s saved my life more than once. I wouldn’t ever tattle on him,” D says as if shocked. “That’s insane.”
“Would you risk your own life and daughter’s on that if the situation were reversed?” he asks D who doesn’t answer and only shrugs.
“So he is okay, Ariella. He will wake up at any moment and be at the front door. Immortals can’t die,” Jacob reassures me. This is the only hope I have for my father being alright so I grasp on to it, willing myself to believe. Then, I see Nathan stir out of the corner of my eye and realize that I’ve nearly forgotten about him. I sigh, thanking god that he is okay, he’s at least breathing anyway.
The two men stare at me while I digest what they’ve told me. Only I can’t digest it because my mind won’t let me. Of course I want to believe that my father is alive but it all seems so surreal. I look at Jacob but avoid eye contact. Does he look like me? My father? Is it possible that we are in fact related? I realize that his eyes are the same deep dark brown as my father’s and his hair the same shade as his as well. I could share the same nose as him and maybe even eyebrows. Maybe, it isn’t so impossible.
“If you were four that day at the park can you really remember the color of my eyes fourteen years later or are you joking?” Out of the millions of questions I need to ask, this is what comes out. I almost laugh at myself.
He chuckles. “Witches have excellent memories and I wasn’t really four. I got caught by Marco a few weeks prior to that day. I needed to escape, only there was no way out and the only people that knew I was missing were Theenis and Jacob and they didn’t know how to save me or even where I was. I didn’t want them getting mixed up in my mess anyways. I remembered an old spell I read in one of my mother’s books. It was one that allowed you to be reborn. I never thought I’d find a use for it and so I could hardly remember how to do it when I needed it that day. I cast it and then I killed myself. Boy was my mother ever surprised when she had me. Again. Witches mature far faster than humans. It was a few weeks later that I was able to tell them what happened. Then somehow Marco tracked me to them and well you know the rest. He killed them and then followed me to the park. He recaptured me, killed your mom when she got in the way, and nearly killed you. I ’m nearly 300 years old, Ariella, not eighteen.”
Suddenly I’m gawking at him as if he’s grown a third ear.
“I was running trying to find Theenis’ house only my four year old brain couldn’t remember where it was. I’m not gonna lie, I got distracted by a playground. When you showed up at the park I could tell you weren’t human, you had a spark like our kind do, a light. Even without my mind fully developed I could sense you were a light supernatural through Denver’s haze. The mountains here have these crystals that confuse even the strongest supernaturals and make them unable to sense each other unless
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