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“Tell me what you want in ten words or less. Otherwise, I’m not inclined to invite crazy into my home.”
Alistair laughed. “You’re funny, kid.”
“I’m no kid.”
“Compared to me, you are. Let me in before I blow your house down.”
“Is that a threat?”
He laughed again. “Yana, I don’t want to harm you, but I’m about to leave town and need to tell you something.”
I stepped away from the door and made a hand sign, allowing him to enter the house. I must be crazy myself but, to be honest, Alistair could have broken me in two without effort.
“Not much changed around here.”
He inspected my shabby chic living room before sitting on the couch. I sat on the chair, my arms crossed in front of my chest. Spike jumped up and hissed at Alistair.
“Cats and dogs, we don’t match.”
“I still don’t know what you want from me. Why are you here?”
His eyes connected with mine. As I looked at Alistair, now that he sat on the couch in my living room, I saw something familiar in his blue eyes. Is that possible? A weird thought crossed my mind, but that should not have been possible. As I inhaled deeply, I pushed the thought aside.
“There’s no simple way to explain what I needed to say. Yana, I’m your father.”
“Luke, I am your father.” I had to quote my favoriteStar Warsquote, but I felt Alistair was pushing it. “This is so not funny. It’s one thing that you don’t like me. Okay, I can live with that, but I won’t allow you to make fun of my dead parents.”
His face was touched by stress and sadness. “Don’t mock me, please.”
“I’m mocking you? Who’s the crazy one who came to my house in the middle of the night to talk shit to me?”
He stood up from the couch and walked in front of me. “Gods, you look so much like Mia. Why do you think I’d joke about such a thing.”
My hand flew and my fist connected with his jaw. It was meant to be a hard punch, but he still stood there. Alistair trapped my hand after it contacted his face.
“Let’s go to the kitchen and put ice on this.”
“No. Fuck you.” My hand hurt. It probably hurt more than I managed to hurt him. I shook it, trying to push the pain away, but I could feel the area around my knuckles swelling.
“Yana, please.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “What kind of psycho are you? All these years, I was sure my parents were dead. What? You decided I wasn’t good enough to be your daughter? You decided it’s okay for me to believe you’re dead?”
“Yana, please.”
“You made it very clear today that you don’t care for me and think badly about me being mated to Soren. Was I an inconvenience to you, Dad?” I dropped the word “dad” with as much poison as possible.
Nick sometimes said I could be a real bitch. He didn’t understand that the bitch was a way for me to protect myself. After being hurt often enough, one develops bad coping mechanisms.
“Yana.”
“Stop using my name.”
“Should I say daughter?” He was close and almost tried to put an arm around me, but I pulled away.
“No.”
Tears burned, but I refused to allow him to see me cry or try and comfort me.
