07-09-2014, 11:46 AM
Alex wasn't looking forward to her father coming to Moscow. But in reality had she not expected anything different. She probably could have handled the matter on her own. But her father was probably the best person for the job. Though Alex wasn't sure what he would do with Autunna Luna's child.
The woman was after all kin, a hybrid maybe, but still kin. She was his daughter. A mistake to be corrected, Alex found that hard to believe. But this Aria had dangerous friends, in more ways than one. Alex's gut feeling about Dane Gregory hadn't proven themselves in their short discussions, but she knew he was the wrong sort of person. And the Atharim were just plain dangerous. But that didn't mean they deserved to die on sight. Killing them would make her and her family just like them, and they weren't. It was a dilemma she was going to struggle with for a while Alex thought.
But there was nothing more to do than wait for her father now. Doing more would only insight his anger, and Alex didn't want to do that. Maybe he'd just talk to her. Alex knew that was not going to be the case, but she could hope.
Alex would have gone to the airport or train station or bus depot or whatever, but her father had not called to give her an itinerary, totally typical of her father. He arrived on her door step a few minutes after she had taken off her shoes and poured a glass of wine to sit on her couch with a good book.
There was pleasantries exchanged before he saw himself to the guest room, and then out the door again, photo in hand and a duffle bag. Alex didn't inquire what was in the bag, the look on her father's face said that he meant business. Alex shivered. She never wanted to be on the receiving side of that look. Alex almost felt sorry for her half sister - almost.
The woman was after all kin, a hybrid maybe, but still kin. She was his daughter. A mistake to be corrected, Alex found that hard to believe. But this Aria had dangerous friends, in more ways than one. Alex's gut feeling about Dane Gregory hadn't proven themselves in their short discussions, but she knew he was the wrong sort of person. And the Atharim were just plain dangerous. But that didn't mean they deserved to die on sight. Killing them would make her and her family just like them, and they weren't. It was a dilemma she was going to struggle with for a while Alex thought.
But there was nothing more to do than wait for her father now. Doing more would only insight his anger, and Alex didn't want to do that. Maybe he'd just talk to her. Alex knew that was not going to be the case, but she could hope.
Alex would have gone to the airport or train station or bus depot or whatever, but her father had not called to give her an itinerary, totally typical of her father. He arrived on her door step a few minutes after she had taken off her shoes and poured a glass of wine to sit on her couch with a good book.
There was pleasantries exchanged before he saw himself to the guest room, and then out the door again, photo in hand and a duffle bag. Alex didn't inquire what was in the bag, the look on her father's face said that he meant business. Alex shivered. She never wanted to be on the receiving side of that look. Alex almost felt sorry for her half sister - almost.