We make it through the checks, and then he walks up to take my hand in his.
"So how is it you can just pick up and fly to Canada and Chicago? What is it you do exactly?"
"We really do know very little about each other, don't we?" he asks, a smile playing on his lips.
"You know more about me than I do you. I think it's time to level the playing field."
He lets a small chuckle free as we head to the lounge in front of the terminal.
"My roommates and I invested in several different things when we were younger, and now we turn a profit from those investments. It makes it easy to come and go as we please, spend as we want, and live comfortably."
I'm jealous.
"Okay, what about your parents? Or should I ask that?"
His lips tighten, and he takes a deep breath, letting me know I've rushed the getting-to-know-him process.
"They've been gone a while, but we were close at one time."
Oh I'm such an idiot.
"Kane, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that."
He forces a smile and shakes his head while wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"I made peace with it long ago. Your turn. I haven't asked about your dad because you've never mentioned him. Now that you have, I'm curious. Why isn't he here himself?"
Because he's a murderous son of a bitch who rarely goes anywhere, due to the fact he has more enemies than friends.
The last time my dad was in my life was the day the world almost turned to night forever. Fortunately, it was passed off as a meteor shower blocking the sun - at least that's the story the humans know. Mom got us out of there before he really lost it and endangered us both.
"He's not exactly the sort of person I want in my life. He's actually a bit of an asshole, and it's better if he doesn't get involved."
He tilts his head curiously, not really understanding my answer, and then he murmurs, "He can't be that bad if he's hired a private investigator."
He sent a blood thirsty changer and a group of night stalkers - my natural enemy - to be my aide. Yes, he's that bad.
"I wish I could say something nice about him, but the truth is, I barely know him,. What I do know isn't exactly flattering. Let's just say there's a reason I don't talk about him very much."
"I hate to say this, but I don't even know your mom's name," he murmurs shamefully.
"Oh. It's… Callie. At least that's what most everyone calls her."
The humans anyway.
Calypso is a bit too unique to try and explain.
They start boarding our flight so we start walking up to hand in our tickets to the smiling woman happy to send us on our way.
"Any siblings?" I ask curiously.
"No. Deke and Zee are like my brothers though, and Sierra is like my sister."
A slight scowl spreads over my face as we find our seats, and he lets me have the window while climbing in beside me.
"And where does Amy fit in?"
He lets out a laugh while shaking his head.