me. That way this torture of having to sit there and see the pain in his eyes every time I talked about how his daughter had been in danger, would have been cut short. By the end of it, I was almost ready to fucking beg him to, just so I could feel something other than anger and heartbreak, and anguish and worry… but most of all, to give me the slightest reprieve from the blinding fear. One only ever felt before when Amelia's life had been hanging in the balance.
I had contemplated sparing them everything that had happened, including the worst of it, which of course had been Amelia's death. Unsurprisingly, Keira had tears streaming down her pretty face that didn't seem likely enough to stop anytime soon, a sentiment I could understand. Dom took her hand, and I didn't know whether it was to comfort her or to gain comfort himself, for he looked as if his world had ended. But then came the moment when I had to explain how she had survived, and that offered both comfort and even more concern.
Yet, despite how I wished Dom would get up and knock me out with one punch, just to put me out of my fucking misery, I also knew that right now there was no fucking time for it. Which meant that my much deserved ass kicking would have to wait.
“I know you’re angry, but all I ask is for you to hold back your need for revenge against me and all punishments you believe I deserve, until I have dealt with this and saved Amelia. For fighting now will achieve nothing other than wasting time in finding her,” I said when coming to an end of my update, and looking at everyone who was now sat around the table. Which also included Dom’s father and my brother, who had created a portal and brought them here. But as I felt Dariush tense next to me, I cut him a look and shook my head slightly, telling him not to act, no matter the bloody outcome. Because I knew that despite deserving their wrath, he would be at the ready to fight by my side.
Dom scrubbed a hand down his face and released a sigh before he stood from his chair, making me instantly do the same with my own sigh. I guess the answer was a no then, I thought wryly.
“Draven, please, please don't…” his wife begged him as she grabbed his arm, but he gently shook his head at her before shocking every single person in the room, and none more so than me. This was because he held out a hand to me and on a growl, demanded,
“Take my fucking hand, Luc.”
“What?” I asked totally dumb struck.
“My daughter ran away from her home, she ran away from the safety of Afterlife, despite knowing everything that was going on. Despite knowing of the dangers. Yet you searched for her across the globe for two months. Two fucking months and I saw you. I saw you, Luc. I saw what that did to you, yet what did she do only days after you eventually you found her, and what happened when you did…?”
“Dom, don’t…” I muttered with a wince as the reminder of events was like a verbal lash against my skin.
“What happened, Luc!?” Dom snapped in the depths of his own pain. So, I released a breath and gave him what he needed.
“She stepped into Hell.” Keira sucked in a breath, this time trying to hold back another sob at being reminded of what I had only just told them.
“Something you tried to stop, yes?” Dom said, making me growl this time,
“Of course, I fucking did!”
“But she went anyway. She stepped into danger just like her mother did,” Draven said, making Keira release her own growl, yet it was one he ignored.
“So, the way I see it, every time Amelia has made the wrong decision and walked down the wrong path, you have put yourself in front of her and tried to steer her right. You have saved her time and time again, and when many would have mourned her death, you refused to give up and you brought her back. Every decision you have made since then has only ever been made with her safety in mind,” he said, making me shake my head and tell him,
“Dom, please, you don’t have to…” At this, he placed a hand at my shoulder and stopped me