girl is in all probability there willingly or dead by now. We both know it. The demons won’t let a human remain there against their will and live this long.” Cyn heard her voice crack. “First Roderick disappears and now you want to follow? I can’t bear to lose you right now Cyn. Who’s next? Is Kieran planning to go too? When is enough going to be enough?”
Something squeezed in his chest when he saw the angst on her face and unshed tears glistening in her eyes. But he had no idea how to comfort her.
“Of course you can leave Blue here, but don’t tell him where you’re going.” She wiped a tear away with the back of her hand. Cyn’s heart jerked.
Without another word, she went back into the house.
Cyn stood for a while, listening to the crickets’ melody in the background. It was well worth it to risk his life if there was a chance Roderick was alive. He had no doubt the Spartan would do the same for him. He couldn’t ignore the gut wrenching sensation that had eaten at him since they arrived at Roderick’s home tonight at seeing his wife and son’s struggle to act normal in his absence.
Cyn walked back into the house a few minutes later. Emma sat in a chair in the living room and watched the boys play. She concentrated on the screen as if she were really trying to figure out the game. Cyn went over and put his hand on Blue’s slim shoulder.
The boy glanced up with a frown. ”I’m not ready to leave yet Dad. Can I stay over?”
Cyn nodded. “Yes, you can sleep here. I need to talk to you for a minute Blue.”
Blue jumped up, obviously sensing Cyn’s tension. “What’s wrong Dad?” The boy’s entire body appeared taut, apprehension evident in his stance.
Cyn took the boy by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Nothing’s wrong. I have to go on a job, so I need you to stay with Rachel and Brock.”
“For how long?” Blue didn’t relax.
Emma watched the exchange between them, transfixed. Cyn didn’t like that Blue’s fear of being away from him for too long was so obvious. He’d not gotten over his fear that one day his birth father would demand his return.
He shook him playfully, grinning to assure Blue. “Just a day or two at the most.”
Blue relaxed. “Oh okay.” He glanced at the screen then back at him, clearly torn. “Just for a couple of days at the most. Right?”
He nodded, and smiled down at his son. “Yes Blue, I promise I’ll be back in two days. Don’t get into any trouble. Come here.” Cyn hugged his son and laughed when the boy tried to squirm out of his hold.
“Geez Dad, you don’t have to get all mushy and junk.”
Belying his words, the boy appeared to be reassured as he flopped back down on the couch and began to play again.
Cyn observed his son for a few moments before they headed out. He hated goodbyes, even short ones.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The drive back to Cyn’s house was quiet. Sure that her voice would not get past the huge lump in her throat, Emma decided it was best to remain silent. How she wished she could come clean. The exchange between Cyn and his son tore through her like a knife and ripped her heart to shreds. How could she play a part in causing Blue to deal with the loss of his father?
Cyn appeared to be lost in thought as well, or maybe he attempted to read her mind, she wasn’t sure which. The silence allowed her time to think and plan for the days ahead.
When they arrived back at Cyn’s home, he removed her blindfold. The security system scanned her again before they entered the house. With a pensive air about him, Cyn maintained a noticeable distance from her. Maybe time with Roderick’s family had affected him after all.
It was too quiet in the dark room as he engaged the security system. Cyn turned to her. “We need to get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll see about your sister.”
Emma closed her eyes and thanked heaven. Her sister — he was going to help her get Briana back! Another night of worrying about
Something squeezed in his chest when he saw the angst on her face and unshed tears glistening in her eyes. But he had no idea how to comfort her.
“Of course you can leave Blue here, but don’t tell him where you’re going.” She wiped a tear away with the back of her hand. Cyn’s heart jerked.
Without another word, she went back into the house.
Cyn stood for a while, listening to the crickets’ melody in the background. It was well worth it to risk his life if there was a chance Roderick was alive. He had no doubt the Spartan would do the same for him. He couldn’t ignore the gut wrenching sensation that had eaten at him since they arrived at Roderick’s home tonight at seeing his wife and son’s struggle to act normal in his absence.
Cyn walked back into the house a few minutes later. Emma sat in a chair in the living room and watched the boys play. She concentrated on the screen as if she were really trying to figure out the game. Cyn went over and put his hand on Blue’s slim shoulder.
The boy glanced up with a frown. ”I’m not ready to leave yet Dad. Can I stay over?”
Cyn nodded. “Yes, you can sleep here. I need to talk to you for a minute Blue.”
Blue jumped up, obviously sensing Cyn’s tension. “What’s wrong Dad?” The boy’s entire body appeared taut, apprehension evident in his stance.
Cyn took the boy by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Nothing’s wrong. I have to go on a job, so I need you to stay with Rachel and Brock.”
“For how long?” Blue didn’t relax.
Emma watched the exchange between them, transfixed. Cyn didn’t like that Blue’s fear of being away from him for too long was so obvious. He’d not gotten over his fear that one day his birth father would demand his return.
He shook him playfully, grinning to assure Blue. “Just a day or two at the most.”
Blue relaxed. “Oh okay.” He glanced at the screen then back at him, clearly torn. “Just for a couple of days at the most. Right?”
He nodded, and smiled down at his son. “Yes Blue, I promise I’ll be back in two days. Don’t get into any trouble. Come here.” Cyn hugged his son and laughed when the boy tried to squirm out of his hold.
“Geez Dad, you don’t have to get all mushy and junk.”
Belying his words, the boy appeared to be reassured as he flopped back down on the couch and began to play again.
Cyn observed his son for a few moments before they headed out. He hated goodbyes, even short ones.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The drive back to Cyn’s house was quiet. Sure that her voice would not get past the huge lump in her throat, Emma decided it was best to remain silent. How she wished she could come clean. The exchange between Cyn and his son tore through her like a knife and ripped her heart to shreds. How could she play a part in causing Blue to deal with the loss of his father?
Cyn appeared to be lost in thought as well, or maybe he attempted to read her mind, she wasn’t sure which. The silence allowed her time to think and plan for the days ahead.
When they arrived back at Cyn’s home, he removed her blindfold. The security system scanned her again before they entered the house. With a pensive air about him, Cyn maintained a noticeable distance from her. Maybe time with Roderick’s family had affected him after all.
It was too quiet in the dark room as he engaged the security system. Cyn turned to her. “We need to get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll see about your sister.”
Emma closed her eyes and thanked heaven. Her sister — he was going to help her get Briana back! Another night of worrying about
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