We walk in silence, and he doesn’t use his speed of light, like I thought he would. He walks slowly, adapting to my abilities. But he doesn’t ask any questions. Not until we get into a completely black room, where only curtains are red. There’s a fireplace lit up in the middle, with black lounge chairs located around it.
I stop as I wait for father to close the door behind us. I don’t know if I should sit down or straight up run away or … I’m once again startled as I feel his hand on my upper back. He raises his eyebrows as our gazes meet. “I’m not going to hurt someone of my own blood. You don’t have to be scared of me,” he assures me, then leads me towards the sitting area.
He offers me one of the lounge chairs, while he takes another one. I don’t dare to put my feet up, the same way h
