Chapter Eighty

As soon as the others left, Nadia clung to Angel. He buried his nose in her hair, stroking her back.

"I should call him, let him know I am fine," Nadia whispered against his pectorals. Angel sighed.

"You heard Cole Miller, it will not change anything. I do agree you need to call him but…"

"But?" Nadia repeated, drawing slightly back to gaze up into his face.

"What if he decided to send a group of those assassins to come and get you? Or ask you to come home. He is your father, Nadia…"

"And I am your woman. I will explain the situation to him. Perhaps if he finds out that I am now full-blown Were, he will understand and let us be…"

"And what if it doesn't play out that easily? He must know the kind of life you would be subjected to and no father would want that for their only child."

"What would you have me do? Do nothing and allow innocent people to die needlessly for me?"

"Nadia…"

"I have to make him see, that those assassins would be facing off with me and my people. Tha