The steaming cup she placed in front of me remained untouched. I sat stiffly on the couch, not sure what to say or what to expect. My whole body was thrumming internally from the moment I stepped into the house. There was an energy there that felt odd, odd but familiar.If anyone asked me why I followed a stranger into her home in the forest without my personal guard with me, I wouldn't have been able to answer. Similarly, I couldn't answer the question of how she knew my father's name, which was why I went with her.Mathias Rossi was my father. In years, I hadn't heard someone besides Grannie Alba call his name, not until her.“You look a lot like your father,” she started and I perked up on my seat. “I knew him many years ago. Before he met your mother.”“Mathias wasn't always so secluded. Circumstances made it so, and he had to confine himself to one place. Because of the deaths that surrounded your family, he needed to keep you safe,” she said, taking a sip from her own cup.“Kee
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