Under Control

Ch 19: The Parent's

Amilia pov:

The drive to her parents house was quiet, I was nervous despite keeping myself calm and neutral. Az had her hand gripping my thigh tightly, she seemed just as nervous as me.

They lived in a manor just like her proper home, only somehow this place was bigger. It was outright huge. It was outside the city which meant we'd be staying the night here.

Arriving at the place the car door was opened for me as two men took the car to park it for us. She held my hand as we walked up the steps, each one making me more nervous.

When the doors opened we were met with Damien, he had his hair slicked back and wore a nice black suit. He hugged Az and I before leading us in, all while talking the whole way.

"They're in a good mood tonight so no need to worry." He patted her on the shoulder, a wide smile on his face.

"That doesn't mean it can't be soured." She retorted back. This seemed normal with how they talked, the only thing that surprised me was Damien's accent.

"I thought you didn't have a British accent?" I looked at him, confused why he sounded the part now.

"It's easier to blend into New York if I don't have a British accent. This is my normal outside of work and other things." He winked and smiled at me.

"Why don't you hide yours?" I asked Az, she rolled her eyes with a small smile.

"I have nothing to hide, my love." Kissing my knuckles she continued to lead us down the long halls.

Reaching the dining hall I was greeted with two very good looking older people. A woman in a calf length dress approached us. She had long black hair and striking blue eyes, she kept her figure well for an older woman. The most noticeable feature was the beauty mark right above her lip on the left side.

Going up to Damien she pressed two kisses on either side of his cheeks. Smiling at him, she babies him before reaching Azrael.

"My darling Azy. You're looking well, have you been eating?" She cupped her cheeks and repeated the process with her.

"Yes mother, I eat just fine." She gave a small smile and returned the gesture.

"That's good. Now, introductions must be made my dear." Her eyes fell to me, a smile on her elegant face. I was in awe at this woman, she spoke light and airy, her voice with a calming British accent to it.

"Mother, this is my girlfriend, Amilia. Amilia, this is my mother." She pulled me in for a hug, kissing my cheeks as she did.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Whitlock." I gave a polite smile, unsure of the physical contact.

"Please, Anastasia is just fine." She turned her head when a throat cleared behind her.

It was the older man. He had combed back snow white hair, a matching goatee. He looked rather fit for someone older. His eyes were the same icy blue Azrael had, only his were cold and unfazed.

He stepped forward and placed a hand on Damiens shoulder, giving him a nod and small grin. Meeting with Az he clasped his hands behind his back, both of them staring the other down. 

"Azrael." His voice was deep and thick with the accent. 

"Father." I watched her eyes go cold, a look I'd never really seen from her before.