Chapter 44: His Daughter Too

I paced my room, from the door to the towering windows in my kitchen and back again, grateful they'd given me my own apartment and yet wishing there was someone with me who I could talk to.

Well, someone that wasn't Leah. Because every time I tried, she shut me down. They're going to kill all of us, she sent when I slammed the door behind me after depositing the still quietly weeping Portia back in her place in the lab, the chatter of the

other kids driving me out of the place instead of offering up some kind of supportive proverbial shoulder to cry on. It just wasn't in me to give right now.

Oh, shut up, I snapped at her. You don't know that. Nanna-

Your own father, she sent, clipped and crisp. Your. Own. Father. Just let that sink in a minute before you try to tell me we're safe here, Ethie.