“Where is your bathroom?” Blake asked Dad, and he pointed up the stairs. My eyes followed Blake as he climbed the stairs. He didn’t even look at me, just kept staring at the steps.
My gaze flickered back to Dad. “You speak another language?”
“Elena?”
“You need to tell her the truth, Herbert.”
“She is not ready for this, Bob.”
My arms folded as I listened to the two of them. My mind still didn’t know what to make of all of this.
Robert scoffed. “Yeah, and whose fault is that. What was the plan here?”
“What plan?” I asked as my throat became dryer than it was a few seconds ago.
“Why wasn’t I included in this one?” Robert ignored me.
“Because we didn’t know who was going to betray them. Last I heard, you were at the top of the list.”
Betray who?
“I would never have betrayed them. I would’ve died for them. Why didn’t you come back when there was no more threat? I’m sure Matt would’ve assisted you, and why the hell didn’t he tell you.”
Who is Matt?
“Matt doesn’t know.”
“What is going on!” I yelled. “Who the hell is Matt and what plan?”
A toilet flushed, and the bathroom door opened as Blake steps thumbed on the wooden stairs. It hit me. He was part of the plan. Did he even like me? I felt like crying, but I refused to cry in front of them. Even though the situation was okay to cry.For the love of blueberries, what was this?
My gaze flickered to my father as he stared at Blake and he spoke in Latin again.
Blake just glared at him.
“English,” I begged.
Dad didn’t listen and Blake didn’t reply, but the pumping of his jaws told me this entire situation pissed him off.
“Blake?” Dad asked, and Blake said a foreign word.
Dad answered in Latin, but the look on his face became soft and sad at the same time. It looked as if he was in pain.
Blake pulled out a dining room chair. His gaze locked on mine as he sat in the chair. My eyes flickered back to my father. “I need to know.”
“You are not ready?”
“I don’t care anymore. You need to tell me how you know the Leafs and what is going on here?”
“How do you know she isn’t ready?” Robert asked.
“Because I tried to tell her when she was ten. The plan was to train her for the last six years and then I would’ve taken her back so she could start at Dragonia.”
My eyebrows knitted.Training for what? Dragonia?
“And?”
“She didn’t handle it. Cried for weeks. I had no choice but to call Tanya to take it away?”
