“Stop,” he said, quietly, but firmly. “She needs no more berating from you. If you cannot speak to her civilly, respectfully, I won’t allow you to speak to her at all.”
My father’s jaw twitched. Most of the men and women in his acquaintance kowtowed to him; it wasn’t often he was challenged.
He looked at me, as if to confirm that I agreed, and found my position no softer.
“He’s right,” I said. “You’ve had your say, and there’s no need to repeat it. It’s pretty clear what you think of me. Of all of us.” The irony being that he’d been the impetus for my being there, for being a vampire at all.
“I didn’t know he was a criminal. Reed,” he clarified. “I didn’t know what he was involved in.”
The words, spoken with a flavor I’d never heard from my father—uncertainty—hung in the air for a moment.
“Let’s go to my office,” Ethan said. “Joshua, I believe you know the way?”
My father nodded and walked past Ethan into the hallway.
When he disappeared, Ethan glanced at me, held out a hand. “Come, Sentinel. Let’s go hear what your father has to say.”
* * *
Malik and Morgan already waited in Ethan’s office. They rose to leave when we walked in, but Ethan motioned them down again, closed the door behind us. The three of us joined them in the sitting area.
“This pertains to Reed,” Ethan had said. “So it pertains to all of us. You should stay.”
My father looked at me. “I didn’t know Reed was a criminal,” he said again, then swallowed heavily. “I was on my way to Reed’s home. We’d been on the phone, and he said you’d just barged in. I told him I’d call your grandfather, and I did.”
Reed must have called him as soon as we hit the front door. That explained why Jacobs had shown up with the officers and how’d they’d gotten there so quickly.
“That’s when you left the message for me?” I asked.
He nodded. “I didn’t know everything then.”
Ethan frowned. “And what do you know now?”
“I saw the police escort you out. And when the police were gone, he went into the house.”
“He?” Ethan asked.
“The redhead.” My father paused. “Maguire. I’d seen him on the news. Knew my father was looking for him. Knew he’d accosted Merit.”
“Wait,” I said, holding up a hand. “You saw Jude Maguire walk into Adrien Reed’s house?”
“Only for a moment. He walked inside, couldn’t have been in there for more than a couple of seconds. Then he walked out again, slammed the door, got into his car. The white sedan.” He shook his head. “I thought Maguire was the perpetrator, the one who’d hired the vampires. I thought my father was wrong about Adrien. He’s a business partner, a friend. He wouldn’t hurt my family. He wouldn’t hurt my daughter.”
“You followed Maguire,” Ethan prompted.
My father nodded. “When I realized he was shadowing you, I called your grandfather, told them where you were, where to find you. And then I saw the Ferrari flip, and my heart stopped.” Eyes on me, his gaze darkened. “I thought I’d lost you.”
“I’m all right,” I said quietly. My father and I didn’t get along, and weren’t especially close, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t sympathize with his fear for his child. My sister, the first Caroline, had died in a car accident that left my parents nearly unscathed. I’d been, or I’d always felt that I’d been, her replacement. It must have wrecked him to have witnessed the crash, to fear history would repeat itself and he’d lose another daughter—and his connection to that beautiful child he’d lost.
“You saw us,” Ethan said, “but you didn’t help?” There was a note of disapproval in his voice.
“By the time I got to the vehicles, Merit’s grandfather had arrived, and the ambulances.” My father looked down, clearly embarrassed, a rare condition for him.
“You were in good hands,” he continued after a moment, when his eyes had hardened again like chalcedony. “And I had other business. I went back to Reed’s house.”
I didn’t scare easily. Not anymore. But that scared me. “You went back? After what had happened? Why?”
“I told him I’d seen Maguire, that I knew who he was, that I’d seen what he tried to do to you and Ethan. Reed was cagey, but said you’d gone to his house to harass him, had probably led Maguire to his doorstep, and that security hadn’t let Maguire in.”