CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

“Father?” I called out, knocking on his door.

I pushed the door open as soon as he allowed me to come in, ignoring the pain in my wrist. An strange encounter with Hampton earlier this morning left me with uneasy flutters in my belly and a pulsing pain. I would have demanded what spell he had directed at me if I was not concentrated on finding my Father.

In his brightly lit room, Father sat in his couch, nursing a cup of hot coffee in his hand. His eyes crinkled when he saw me. Waving a hand for me to come closer, he set his cup down and crossed his legs. The color had returned to his face and the gauntness in his body slowly disappeared. Mama Owens must have paid him another visit.

“To what do I owe the visit?” He asked.

“Why? Can’t I come see my old man?”

“I hear you’ve been active with the council meetings and all.”

I shrugged my shoulders, settling down in the couch opposite his. “I try my best.”

“You want something. Spit it out,” he sighed, clasping his hands together. His brows