It was going to be weird being at the nightclub and not be working. I had been scheduled to work the last two nights and been a no-show. It wasn't the best idea for me to be going in.
Kingston backed out of the garage, his eyes holding mine for a moment as he looked back. I wanted to tell him everything was going to work out for all of us in the end, but I didn't know that for certain.
My phone pinged with a message from Trevor.
Trevor:There are two agents already at the nightclub and two more will follow you. If anything goes down, you need to get out of there.
I rolled my eyes and put my phone in my purse. Zayn was next to me and raised his eyebrows in question.
"Trevor is having agents follow us." I turned and looked out the back window as Kingston took off down the street. Sure enough, a pair of headlights pulled out behind us. "I guess that's for the best."
"We should try to lose them." Zayn rubbed his hands together. "Floor it, boss man."
"This isn't a movie, Zayn." Kingston sighed heavily and turned in the direction of downtown. "The last thing we need is for them to haul us into their headquarters."
"What's it like?" Zayn turned toward me, propping his leg on the seat.
"Headquarters? Depending on which one depends on what it's like. The one closest to here has the main estate for my family, a holding facility, and stuff like that."
"A prison, you mean." Sullivan turned in his seat so he could join the conversation. "Why does your family have an estate at headquarters?"
"They always have." I sighed. I could tell them part of the truth without telling them everything, couldn't I? "My dad built it several hundred years ago, but the more shifters and humans that came to be, the more he expanded."
"Wait, how old is he?" Sullivan was giving me his complete attention.
Kingston's jaw ticked, and he kept his eyes on the road.
"Not sure how old he is exactly. Since the beginning of human existence? I've never actually asked him." I hadn't asked him a lot about himself, come to think of it.
It wasn't that I didn't care, but when you finally process that your father is a god, it's a bit of a mindfuck. I didn't understand what it even meant until I was about eight years old.
"Your dad isn't Lucifer, is he?" Zayn threw his head back and laughed. "Can you imagine meeting him when we've all been fucking his daughter? Oh, man."
My face burned at the thought of them meeting Apollo. He'd probably shoot them with his golden arrows or pummel their heads until they turned to dust. I shuddered.
Zayn put his hand on my thigh. "Is he?"
"No." I laughed uncomfortably and patted his hand. "He's, ummm..."
"We're here." Kingston saved my ass as he pulled into the packed parking lot and into his spot. "We can talk about your father later."
"You don't have to be such an asshole." Sullivanunhooked his belt, letting it snap back into the holder. "We all have shit we're struggling with."
My eyes burned with tears and I focused on taking off my seatbelt and putting my purse strap across my body. I didn't want them to fight because of me, but that was exactly what was happening.
"I'll tell you guys everything, I promise. I need one night of forgetting that world exists." I let out a shaky breath. "Can we do that? Just for tonight?"
"Just for tonight." Kingston's eyes searched mine. "I'm sorry."
"You guys are such Debbie Downers." Zayn climbed out and poked his head back in. "Let's go drink and dance while boss man yells at people in his office."
Once inside the club, Kingston headed to his office, and Zayn, Sullivan, and I went to the bar. Harlow was helping pour drinks, and she narrowed her eyes at me as soon as we squeezed our way to the front of the queue.
"I thought Kingston said he'd talked to Harlow about me not working," I yelled into Zayn's ear.
The one bad thing about being a shifter and working in a loud place was we couldn't really use our sense of hearing unless we wanted to hear all the other noise even louder.
"He did." He leaned on the bar as Harlow came closer. "We need something strong, Har. Hook us up."
