“Are you always this vague?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she looked up at him. She hadn’t even gotten proof from him that he was her father. She couldn’t just leave with some random man who showed up, out of the blue, at her mother’s funeral. That would give her a one-way ticket to the 7 o’clock news. “I-I was? Like what?” she asked. She had to admit, the idea of something greater being out there for her when her life seemed like it was going to be hitting a standstill was more than a little appealing. “You don’t know them. They would understand, if you are really who you say you are,” she insisted. The Matthews would never deprive her of the chance to get to know her father. They loved her too much to try to do something so cruel. “How do I even know that what you’re saying is true? My mother never mentioned you. Where have you been my entire life?”
❛ for the most part, ❜ he answers, just as vague as before, reveling in the idea of frustrating her more with his responses. ❛ like becoming incredibly POWERFUL, ❜ a brief pause before he’s leaning toward her with a wicked grin on his face. ❛ and i’m NOT talking about money, or popularity... i’m talking about real, power, love. ❜ shaking his head, he blows out an exasperated breath, ❛ i’ve already TOLD you, who i was, ❜ the king grits out, tones of annoyance bleeding into his voice at this point. ❛ your mother, rest her soul, never ACTUALLY told me about you... but, a man in my position, well... you’re able to find out information on pretty much anyone. ❜ crowley carefully cracks his neck, ❛ plus... i didn’t have need to FETCH you, until now. ❜ the king glances back at the family before turning his gaze upon the blue-eyed girl. ❛ safest place for you, now, darling... is with ME. and i don’t like repeating myself. ❜
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