Reign of Night (Thorne Hill #7) - Emily Goodwin Page 0,6
few more steps into the room, I flick my eyes to Michael. Everything about this is so weird, and I don’t know how to act. Ever since I found out he’s my father, I’ve had so many questions for him. Now that he’s here and is going to sit down and talk for a while, I’ve forgotten everything I wanted to ask.
“So, this is my house,” I start. “Lucas and I restored it and moved in only a few weeks ago.”
Michael nods, looking around. “It’s very nice. It’s much bigger than your previous home.”
“Yeah, it’s a lot bigger. It was in really bad shape when we bought it. I say we, but I mean Lucas. He bought it for me as a surprise. He, uh, has a tendency to overdo things.”
“You can say that again,” Kristy mumbles, and I laugh. “Look at your ring.”
“It’s a little over the top,” I admit.
Lucas zooms down the hall, holding a bottle of Chardonnay. “Only the best for you, my love.”
“I agree with that,” Michael says.
“The best doesn’t always mean the most expensive,” I counter. “Though I’m glad we spared no expense with this house.” I pat the wall. “It has character and feels alive at times—but not in a haunted way. I was actually a little disappointed by the lack of spirits here, especially since we found a body in the attic.”
“You did?” Kristy asks. “I didn’t know about that.”
“I told you,” I say. “Didn’t I?”
“I knew about the bodies in the graveyard, of course, but the attic…nope…I don’t think you mentioned it.”
“It’s sad when you deal with so many dead bodies you forget to mention one.”
Kristy laughs and shakes her head, linking her arm through mine. She’s trembling and has to be working so hard right now to keep calm. I’m a ball of nerves, and I’m usually dealing with this shit. I can only imagine how this is for her, and my mind goes right back to thinking maybe the angels were onto something when they said Nephilim shouldn’t be allowed to live.
My life has caused so much grief for so many people.
“What did you do with it?”
“The body?” I shrug and look at Lucas. “He buried it somewhere. I think that was the last body on the property. Unless we find a surprise when the pool is put in. Maybe then we’ll wake and anger a spirit. I haven’t had a seance in a while.”
The lights are already on in the kitchen, and I take the bottle of wine from Lucas so I can use magic to pull out the cork. I’m not really a fan of Chardonnay, though to be fair, when I buy wine myself, I don’t usually spend more than ten dollars on a bottle. This bottle came from Burgundy and was pricey. Maybe it’s good? I won’t know since I’m not drinking.
“I know you don’t have to eat or drink,” I start, getting two wine glasses from the cabinet. “But do you want anything?” I ask my dad. Lucifer drank, so I know it’s possible for angels to consume food, unlike vampires. It raises a few questions, though. If food goes in, it has to come out, right?
“No, but thank you.” Michael sits at the island, resting his hands on the counter. I pull Thanksgiving leftovers from the fridge as Lucas grabs plates and forks for Kristy and me. Kristy fills her wine glass and leans against the counter on the other side of the kitchen from Michael.
“What would you like?” Lucas asks me.
“A bit of everything,” I tell him and pull a pie from the pantry. “As much as I’d like to sit and eat, I know you’re short on time.” I pick up a fork and don’t bother with a plate. I shovel a forkful of pie into my mouth. I can’t drink my worries away like I usually do, so I’m going to have to settle for pie. Lots of pie. “What do I do?” I ask with my mouth full.
“In regard to Remiel, nothing,” Michael says calmly. His presence is soothing, and for some reason, being in the company of other angels feels right. My angelic side seeks out their company, I guess.
“Nothing?” I question. “Are the others going to be pissed and wondering what happened to him?” My pulse quickens again, and I scoop up another forkful of pie, shoving it into my mouth.