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The LED clock face glows 5:00 AM when my phone rings.
I groan, being pulled from the darkest depths of sleep. I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept so soundly, so solidly.
It’s been decades.
I open my eyes and see the reason. My love of many names has her back to me, her red hair pooling on the sheets between us. She stirs a little and I wish for nothing more for the both of us to go back into slumber.
But the phone doesn’t stop ringing and I remember that there’s a pressing matter out there that’s bigger than our complicated love affair.
I roll over and grab my mobile from the nightside table, answering it.
“Hello?”
“Valtu,” the deep and steady voice of Wolf comes over the line. “Did I wake you?”
I blink and sit up, rubbing the heel of my palm between my eyes. I was expecting to hear from Van Helsing, maybe even Solon, but not Wolf of all people.
“Wolf,” I say, and Rose suddenly jerks herself awake, staring up at me in surprise. “How are you?”
He lets out a dry chuckle at my attempt at small talk. “Just about as well as I could be, considering you’re sleeping with my daughter.”
Oh. Fuck. Right.
That.
I clear my throat. “Uh, well, the world’s a funny place, Wolf. You never know what it’s going to throw your way.”
He grumbles. “Who won the last time we fought? Pretty sure it was me.”
“It was too close to call,” I remind him carefully.
“You know, I’ve had some time now to think about what Rose told us, about how she was Dahlia and all her past lives and how they all wrap around you, and I have to admit, even still, I don’t understand a fucking ounce of it.” He pauses. “But I’m guessing you don’t understand either."
"I got my memories of her back," I tell him. “Last night. The spell reversed.”
“Oh. Good for you. Guess I’m alone in my confusion.”
“Perhaps there are some things in life that are best not understood,” I suggest.
“Valtu, cut the shit,” he says. “You know why I’m calling.”
“I do?”
“Put my daughter on the phone.”
“Sure.” I give Rose a wild look and hand her the phone. “Guess what, it’s your dad.”
She gingerly takes it from me, a look of trepidation on her brow, and puts it to her ear. “Dad?”
Man, I don’t know if I am ever going to get used to this. Of all the families she could have been born into…
“Daddy,” Rose sniffs into the phone and then she starts crying. “I’m so sorry.”
Alright. This is definitely weird. And personal.
I decide to get up. I won’t be going back to sleep after this. I putter around the suite making coffee, trying not to eavesdrop but it’s extremely hard when your hearing is as good as mine is.
Their conversation is a lot of Rose crying and apologizing and asking about Dylan and her mother and then a lot of her trying to convince Wolf of something and I have no doubt that it’s about me. I don’t think I will ever get used to Wolf being her father but he willdefinitelynever get used to her being with me.
