One Vampire, One Werewolf, One Forbidden Love, P.5

When Angie left through my window dinner went as always, mom asked questions, dad pretended to listen, and I zoned out after the first few.

“Myra! Your father asked you a question!” I was pulled out of my thoughts by my mothers angry voice. “W-what, sorry dad.” I said apologetically. “It’s fine.” He said even though my mother gave him the death glare.

“You haven’t touched your food.” Mom noted, her glare turning to me. I took a few bites just to please her. “May I please be excused.” I asked sweetly, looking at my father who just smiled and nodded before my mom could protest.

“Bill!” I heard my mother say as I put my dish in the sink and began climbing the stairs.

I ignored the fact that my mom was talking loudly with my dad and began my homework. I felt a gust of wind at my back and knew before I turned around that Angie was sitting on my bed again.

“So…are you going patrolling tonight?” She asked slowly. “Maybe.” I said just as slowly. “Why?” I asked, turning toward her.

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