“I felt it, too.”
“I’m sure he wanted to do something to us.” I shared with Dagon all the little things I noticed. The calculating gaze, the knife in the foyer on the little table that was covered in red.I purposefully tried not to think about what it might be. The feeling of someone else watching us in the house. I knew what that feeling usually is. I knew there was someone else or something. I also shared my suspicion that Joshua was a demon.
When I was done, I realized Dagon hadn’t said anything.
“Is this why you had a panic attack?” he asked.
“Yes. For a second, I wasn't sure we'd make it out of that place at all.”
“And I’m sure I would've killed that motherfucker if he tried to hurt you.” Dagon’s words made me physically recoil and stare at him in shock.
Was he serious? The barely contained rage in his voice told me he did mean it.
“Dagon?”
“I promised you nothing would happen to you.”
He reached for my hand but, at the last moment, thought better of it. I wanted his hands on me. Sane people would be worried at the proximity of someone who just proclaimed they would kill someone. Me? For some reason, I didn’t care.
His body was still visibly shaking with anger, but I wasn’t afraid. I wanted to be there for him, just like he had been there for me earlier. If he could only let me, I would always be there. So, I did the only thing that felt right. I gently drew him into my embrace and held him tight.
Meeting a demon that looked like a human, knowing we may not have made it out alive… well, let’s say it all gives you a different perspective on life.
Sometimes, the fears were real, and other times, the fears didn’t matter. Right now, I realized many of my fears didn’t matter - not when it came down to the man who meant so much to me. For I would much rather be afraid and jump off the precipice rather than hover there and stare at Dagon from afar.
When we pulled apart, Dagon parted his lips, about to say something, but then his phone rang. He reached for it, and his face immediately hardened.
"Who is it?"
"King." He hung up on our father without another word. I opened my mouth to say something, but Dagon spoke first. "I'll call him later."
"No. Go ahead and call him now. I'm fine."
Dagon wasn't sure about that, but talking with him and holding him helped me. We'd figure things out.
Chapter nineteen
Dagon
Ididn't want to leave Di alone for too long, so I hurried downstairs. There was a shop with some packaged food. I would grab the healthiest things I could find and go back. But before that, I needed to speak with King.
I called him, and after the first ring, he answered.
"Dagon, how are you? Is everything alright?"
Yeah, King. Everything is fucking peachy. You just sent us into the hands of a Soulborn who wanted to do something to us, and we got lucky. Just perfect.
I grunted and answered with a single word. "Yes."
"Where are you? Is Diablos there?" He paused for a second before adding, "Can I talk with him?"
"No. You can't talk to him. We met your friend, and he told us what we needed to know."
I was about to hang up when King's voice came through the phone.
"Is everything okay? Both of you, are you okay?"
I wanted to laugh at that.
