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Crap.“I thought you left.” Damien grunted. How much had she just heard?
Amelia’s eyes zeroed right in on Pet, who froze on the coffee table, perhaps pretending to be an ornament of sorts.
Amelia dug her phone from her pocket. “A friend just texted this to me.”
Damien walked over. On the screen was a news article,Journalist Sky Morales’s Body Found Dead Outside Home.
Damien swallowed hard. He did not know what to say.
“Is-is it true?” Amelia’s lower lip quivered. Her son looked like he was about to lose it, too.
“I’m sorry, but yes.” Damien nodded solemnly.
“I don’t understand…” Amelia whisked away a big juicy tear. “She was messaging me and then—”
“Why don’t you go up to my room, and I’ll try to explain.” Damien did not want to have this conversation here in front of the clown show, but it needed to be had. Amelia needed the truth. Or, at least, part of it.
Yeah, you gonna finally fuck her, tailor? I’m in.
Damien held back his repulsion and his response this time.
“It was that man, wasn’t it? Sky was investigating the governor’s brother.” Amelia seethed with teary eyes. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
“No, it wasn’t him. And he’s already dead,” Damien explained.
“Then who? Who killed her?” Amelia’s hands started shaking.
“He did.” Pet did a flyby, pointing at his face.
Amelia stepped back, nearly tripping over Miguel. “What the hell is that!”
Jesus.This was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Damien knew that telling Amelia the truth was a burden he should bear, given how Sky’s death was his fault. However, telling her the entire story seemed like a lot for one mortal to take in all at once.
Why was he looking for the fairy in Ohio? Gods. Blackmail. Save demon.
Why had he killed Sky in such a careless way? Curse.
Why was he so insistent on kicking everyone out of his house? Bad thing inside him.
Just tell the truth, tailor. Better for all of us.
Damien handed Amelia a box of tissues and sat on the coffee table in front of her. Miguel sat next to her, bawling his eyes out. Damien could tell they’d both been close to Sky. However, he could not let that get to him. He could not start feeling sorry for them. Caring was caring. His curse did not discriminate.
“If you recall,” he said to Amelia, “your sister, Sky, was attacked by a creature. Well, that creature is real.”
He pointed to Pet, who fluttered over, offering Amelia a biscuit.
“It’s an I’m-sorry biscuit.” Pet blinked her big innocent eyes at Amelia.
Looking very unsure about the creature in front of her, Amelia reached out with a hesitant hand.
“Don’t eat that.” Damien slapped the biscuit to the floor.
“Hey!” Pet protested.
