Chapter 559
Chapter 559
Silas
After my talk with Damien, I found myself in my own little bubble, talking to Lyall, trying to understand the possibility that Damien might be right. Each and every time, I feel a pull in my heart that told me he was wrong.
I longed for the woman I loved, the child I loved. I just wanted us to be together again. And if Dane didn’t want her here, that was fine, we could go it alone.
Sitting at the kitchen table, watching. Damien, Samara and his little girl act like one happy family. Damien spins the kid around the room, making her laugh until she cries.
I wanted my happy family. I wanted everything to make sense.
I scratch my head as Dorothy stops to chug some water. She drops into the chair across from me. Bright green eyes stare at me. She carefully slides a muffin across the table. “These always make me feel better.”
“I’m good.”
She shakes her head, “You are sad.”
“I miss my family.” I reply. I didn’t know much about her, but for a young kid she was on the ball.
*Your real family?” She asks curiously
“My only family. Dane is my brother by blood, but we are not a family, not really, we barely know each other. He has chosen his family.”
Her brow wrinkles up and she chews on her bottom lip. “I miss my other Daddy. I’m sad.” She shrugs her shoulders, “I know he is doing a job and that is important.”
When she realises I’m not eating the muffin, she looks over her shoulder as she pulls it back towards her. Carefully pulling off the wrapper she takes a bite. “Maybe you just have to find a way to help. That’s what Daddy has always told me.”
“I don’t know how I can help other than what I have told them.”
*Maybe when the foggy brain is better.” She gazes at me. “Maybe then you won’t be sad. Maybe then you can help.” She grins and little dimples appear in her cheeks
‘Foggy brain?’ Lyall mutters, There is nothing wrong with our brain.”
Music blares out and Dorothy jumps to her feet, abandoning the half eaten muffin. “My favourite song.” She disappears through to the lounge and dances with Samara as Damien takes her place.
“You kid is weird.” I mutter
“I know, but I wouldn’t have her any other way. What did she say to you?”
“You weren’t listening?” I was surprised, though I would never hurt a child.
“I wasn’t paying attention.”
*She accused me of having a foggy brain.”
“Interesting description.” He muses and casts a glance over his shoulder to look at Samara and Dorothy giggling. “Is she always so…”
He faces me, his expression becoming unreadable. “I suggest you think before you mutter the next word.”
“I didn’t mean…. I just… Has she always been intuitive?”
“Yes.”
*Are all the kids here like that?”
*No. Dottie is different. And that is all you need to concem yourself with.”
I frown, “Quinn is much younger than her, and being around Dorothy makes me miss him even more to the point it hurts. I hope Brax finds them. I hope they are alive. I need to be with them.”
He studies me, “You still don’t believe what we are telling you, do you?” He scowls, “I think Dottie is right, you do have a clouded mind. I think that the possibility sounds so insane to you that you just cannot see it for what it is. Nothing is insane any more, Silas. Just when you think you have a grip on reality, something else throws a spanner in the works. Trust me, I have seen a lot since I was turned.”
*Brax will bring…”
*Brax will kill Thalia the moment he gets a chance.” He tells me. “He won’t save her for the sake of keeping you happy. He will kill her to save all the people living here and possibly those that are living there. What are you going to do? Go to war with an entire pack or accept that this is reality?”
“My son.”
“You don’t have a son.”
I lean around Damien. Dorothy is standing on her tiptoes, chewing on her bottom lip. Her bright green eyes hovering on me as her fingers wrap themselves up in each other.