The Hunt (By Kiss and Claw #2) - Melissa Haag Page 0,87

everything I needed to hear, and it created an ache in my chest.

Unsure I could believe her, I looked at Dad. Pain and pity reflected in his gaze.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t in the right place to see what was happening. Forgive me.”

I nodded and wiped at my eyes. He kissed my forehead then looked at Mom.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to killing that woman, though, if you still wanted to, my love. She’s not making anything easier on Eliana.”

“You tempt me in so many ways, Jason.” The purr in Mom’s voice had me glancing at the door and wondering how fast I could make it back to the car.

“But, I’ll postpone my verdict until after dinner tonight. Eliana,” Mom said, gaining my attention. “You did the right thing by inviting me to dinner. Adira will not pressure you again.” Mom’s eyes flashed dark before clearing.

Mom’s phone began to buzz on the table. She glanced at the screen, and her eyes narrowed.

“Adira wants to know if you’re with me since you didn’t return home last night and aren’t at school.”

“Banshees screamed worldwide two days ago. You’d think that would be a bigger concern than one missing student,” I said.

Mom’s annoyance disappeared, replaced by tenderness.

“In this one thing, she and I can agree. You are more important, Eliana. Never doubt that. And since her concern in this one instance is correctly placed, I’ll answer her.”

She left the room to call Adira.

“Do you know why I know you’re the best of us?” Dad asked when we were alone.

I shook my head.

“I’ve failed you in so many ways, but you’ve never stopped caring for me. You’re selfless, Eliana. No matter what they try to make you do, no matter what they say you are, they can’t take that piece of you that cares about other people.”

He glanced in the direction Mom had gone.

“Your mom cares about people, too. Maybe too much, though. She’s not resting enough. I know Club Blayz is important to her, but she needs to rest. Do you think she’ll stay home today?”

And just like that, I lost him, and bits of my poorly mended heart shattered all over again.

“I think she will, Dad. But if she doesn’t, I’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she rests.”

My phone rang, saving me from having to say anything more. I answered it without checking the number.

“Hello?”

“Eliana,” Mrs. Quill said, relief lacing her voice. “I was so worried last night when you left without finishing your meal. You’re always welcome to come and go as you please—that hasn’t changed—but I was wondering if you would be willing to let me know if you’re staying out for the night. It doesn’t matter that you’re more than capable of caring for yourself or that your mother’s here. I worry.”

My stomach pitched at the sound of her voice and at what she was saying. I’d fed from her last night. I hadn’t asked. She hadn’t offered. I’d just taken. And she was worried that I hadn’t come home?

“You want me to come back?” I asked.

“Oh, my darling. Of course, I do.”

It didn’t make sense to me.

“Is that why you didn’t come home last night? Did you think you wouldn’t be welcome?”

I kept silent, not knowing what to say, having been manipulated far too much.

“Eliana, you have a home here. Always. Nothing that happened last night changed that. Nothing ever would.”

“Okay.”

“I’m so sorry for all the reasons I’ve given you to doubt me. Will you be coming home after you’re done visiting with your parents?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Will you and your mother still join us for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t know.” I glanced at Dad, who was listening closely. “I need to go. I’m having breakfast with my parents. I’ll text if I’m not planning on coming home tonight so you don’t worry.”

I said goodbye and hung up before she could say anything else.

“Baby, we’ve all let you down, haven’t we?” Mom said from behind me. “I wish Megan were here. She wouldn’t have let any of us get away with this. Why don’t you call her and see if she’ll visit?”

Panic stormed through me.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Having someone at your side who you trust is always a good idea,” she said. “Call her.”

The hard look in Mom’s eyes warned me that there was only one answer.

“I’ll call her. Tonight. Today, I just want to spend time with you and Dad, okay?”

They both quickly agreed. Dad and I finished making breakfast while we listened to