Chapter 501: Death’s Obsession
Spinning around, I walked into the house, knowing that the guys were following behind me. We were silent; there was no need to talk, and nothing needed to be said. I said my peace, and now everyone had the option of either falling in or falling out. Either way, I was done.
Every step that I took into Hallow was like walking through mud. Already, I was beginning to be weighed down by all the unseen tethers of each and every demon in the western hemisphere.
I could feel the happiness of millions, their fears, their joys, their rage. Everything seemed to pour down on me until I was desperately gasping for air. And yet, not one of my men seemed to realize it.
Dante, Tank, Beau, and Luca were softly joking with each other, happy that I called them mine. Dimitri and Eric, a weird team if I ever saw one, were talking about the security measures surrounding Hallow, as if anyone stood a chance of getting into this sanctuary.
I could have sworn that Ronan was fast asleep, even as he was walking, and Salvatore was walking quietly by his side, making sure that he didn’t walk into anything. Désiré, too, even though he was alone, seemed to be preoccupied with something in his own head.
Letting out a long sigh, I closed my eyes, even as Daddy swept me off my feet and carried me away. "Let’s get you someplace else, okay?" he murmured, striding down the hallway like he knew exactly where he was going.
Me? I got lost the second I walked out of my door, but Daddy probably already had the entire castle laid out in his head.
"Wherever you want," I shrugged, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes. "I am at your mercy."
Chang Xuefeng let out a low growl at my teasing, but otherwise didn’t say anything. The sigh I let out this time was a lot softer. Maybe I had messed up. Maybe I did something wrong by calling Chang Xuefeng Daddy. Maybe he could never see me as anything other than a little girl.