Chapter 8: _ Deep Crave
Reluctantly, Kylo gave his account of the crime scene at the Vientiane restaurant. This would serve as a distraction for him; Gamma Rhett thought. Worrying about the security of the pack would take his mind off the mate bond warring for dominance in him.
"Kylo, if possible, avoid places that are closer to the borders like the Vientiane restaurant. It doesn't make sense to risk your life because of childish infatuation." He implored. "Stay..."
Kylo interrupted him abruptly. "I told you many times, Dad – it's not infatuation. Isleen and I are in love." He stood up. "And as far as I know, I can take care of myself."
"You got lucky this time because many other wolves and two fairies were around. If cornered, I'd hate to see you hurt. Prevention is better than cure, Kylo." Rhett stated, hating how his son had inherited his defiant spirit.
Kylo shook his head, already heading to the door. "It doesn't matter to you if I'm hurt, Dad. Don't act like you care. You are already hurting me more than any vampire could."
Rhett was silent. He had no idea what to say at this point. His son was being irrationally pompous. He needed to understand that life goes beyond a childish crush.
He let him go, tension building inside of him. When he interrogated the two witnesses' fairies, he made sure to put in a little bit of pressure.
There was no way the vampires could have broken in through the veil without the help of a fairy from the inside.
They both sat across the chair from him, their wings shimmering like butterfly wings behind their garments. One of the many ways to distinguish the fairies from elves apart from their ears was the color of their attires.