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41| What is he hiding?

LILITH ALVAREZ

I've been staring out this fucking window for the past hour. 264. Two-hundred and sixty-four fucking leaves i've counted on that tree so far. Only because I keep losing count.

There's a multitude of guards pacing around the area like it's fucking Buckingham Palace up in here. One thing i've noticed is the little girl from before, Anastasia. She had been playing with a scary ass looking dog. I'd noticed anytime a guard got too close it would growl like a vicious creature. Keeping that noted. Stay away from the dog.

I haven't seen any sign of Blythe or Kace. I've just been sitting in this room with a plentiful supply of guards outside my room. As if that would stop me from getting out.

I hate being underestimated.

I hop off the windowsill, something familiar about the little motion. Reminds me of the castle and how much I loved watching the stars from my window.

Putting on crocs, that I was oddly supplied with, I make sure they're on sports mode.

I get to the door and shove it open, hitting the back of one of the guards. He flies forward, falling to the ground and his gun goes off, shooting another in the foot. A gurgling yell fills the halls and I sigh, counting five guns pointed at me in total.

This is ridiculous.

A few misleading manoeuvres later, all five were laying on the ground either passed out or possibly dead. One or the other.

After learning that the monster from my nightmares still lurks around somewhere, I haven't heard from Kace.

To be honest, i'm not exactly convinced that my father is alive. But at the same time, he's terrifyingly powerful, so it wouldn't be surprising. But to be able to just disappear for so long? Someone so powerful and well known just vanishes? It seems impossible.

With so many question to get answers for, I can't just leave. This is the closest i've been to knowing the truth. It would be foolish to back down now.

Walking outside, I immediately curse myself when I see Anastasia running over to me. Her wide grin reminds me of Josiah. Except there's a scary fucking dog accompanying her.

Fuck.

No little girl, stay away. The dog is glaring me down. Jesus the teeth are so sharp. Lord have mercy.

"Hello aunty." She stares up at me, her neck practically breaking to see me. "Don't call me that." I eye the dog but it seems rather calm, sitting itself down to lick its paws. I'm concerned, is this a tactic to pull my guard down? Maybe i'm just so fucking dominant, that even animals sense it.

"She only growls at people I don't like." It's like she reads my mind. Bitch. "Wasn't worrying about her." I grumble and she rolls her eyes. The little bitch rolls her eyes.

"Where's your dad?" I ask, "With my momma."
"Where's your mum?"
"With my dad."
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
I glare at her and she grins widely. How is a five year old this fucking annoying. "Can we go get waffles?" She asks and I almost snort.

"You're delusional." I mutter. "Hm?"
"Nothing." I dismiss, walking away. "Is grandpa the man my daddy keeps talking about?" She questions and I stop in my track, twisting around to face her. "What does your dad say?" I return to where she is stood and she flutters her lashes at me. "Waffles and i'll tell you." She bargains.

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"Start talking." I bark, watching her devour her waffles. She smacks her lips a few times, driving me insane, before she clears her throat, "Daddy said he's going out on a trip."
I sit silent, waiting for her to continue. She rolls her eyes as she drops her waffle to her plate once more. "Some weird man has been calling my daddy. I hear them talking over the phone."