“Questions will probably be requested about this.”

I sighed. “My title is Damon. I’m the Sovereign’s Shadow. Do you actually wish to make a difficulty with this?”

The purple recoiled as he realized who and what I used to be.

However he was a dragon, and we weren’t cowards. I needed to give him that. He nonetheless didn’t again down. Not solely.

“I’m nonetheless making the report,” he mentioned quietly. “Perhaps I gained’t accuse you of serving to the human. However I’m not going to get my ass in bother masking for you. Not with no direct order. Sorry.”

I bobbed my head in a really human approximation of a nod. “I perceive. I respect your dedication.”

For a second, I considered killing him. Eliminating the proof of what had occurred. If he made the report, there can be questions. Individuals would wish to know what I used to be doing. And why. Killing the purple would forestall that. It might make my life simpler.

However it could imply extra blood on my fingers. What kind of instance would I be setting for my baby, if I turned to homicide each time issues bought troublesome?

The purple dragon unfold its wings and leaped off the facet of the constructing, swiftly shrinking because it headed for what I assumed was its command base.

I turned my consideration again to the border and one tent particularly. Elanya was not seen, however I didn’t care. I sat there, staring, ignoring the weapons and missiles all pointed at me. The solar continued its observe throughout the sky, and nonetheless, I waited. Watching.

Simply in case I might get one final glimpse of her.

I didn’t.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Elanya

The wave of despair that had been tugging at my pores and skin and pulling at my toes light as I approached the outdated post-war bungalow with the light picket fence and low season ornaments jangling softly within the mild breeze. My steps didn’t choose up. My shoulders didn’t stand straighter. I wanted they’d, however the feeling of transferring by means of molasses was changed by the bitter stench of failure settling round me and weighing me down.

There I used to be, a completely grown grownup, working in failure to my mother and pop. It harm, on a private degree, I’d by no means actually skilled earlier than. I knew I used to be blessed that not solely had been my mother and father nonetheless there—after the battle, so many households had been separated, to not point out different pure causes—however that we had a relationship of the sort I might go to them and never count on judgment.

The one individual judging me was myself. And I may very well be a proper bitch typically.

I knocked and waited, preventing the rising panic telling me to spin on my heels and hightail it out of there. As if dwelling on the streets would in some way be higher for me just because I used to be too proud to confess defeat.

The door opened to disclose my father in his acquainted button-up shirt with its stiff starched collar and a pair of beige slacks. His face was lined with wrinkles and a little bit of ruddiness in his cheeks, however the smile that lit it up took twenty years off him straight away.

“Lena?” he requested, shocked.

I attempted to disregard the priority I noticed in his eyes, even when the remainder of him was elated to see me. There by no means was any fooling him.

“Hello, Daddy,” I mentioned, attempting to stay robust.

Then I used to be in his arms, the years melting away till I used to be a tiny woman once more, searching for the consolation of her massive, robust, omnipotent father. He held me tight like he had after I’d fallen from my bike for the primary time and scraped my knees. Or damaged my arm after leaping from the fence. Or when our automotive had been T-boned by one other, and after it had completed careening throughout the intersection, the very first thing he’d performed was pull me from my seat and scoop me into his arms to ensure I used to be okay. I’d been fourteen, however it didn’t matter to him. I used to be nonetheless his child woman.

As I used to be now.

“Hello,” he mentioned. “It’s so good to see you. Are you okay?”

“I’m positive,” I mentioned, letting him squeeze me as tightly as he needed. “I’m positive, I promise, I simply—”

“Hush,” he mentioned, rocking me backwards and forwards back and forth as my voice broke and the tears began to bubble up. “It’s okay, my little Lena. It’s okay.”

I needed to imagine him as I had after I was younger. To imagine every little thing can be okay. However I wasn’t so positive.

“Do you wish to come inside?” he requested after a bit, pulling again so he might examine my face.

“That will be good,” I mentioned, letting him lead me inside.

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