“Then you shall have time. But if those dogs…wolves harm you in any way, I will feast on their entrails.”
That was a graphic image Anna wished she could scrub from her mind. She shivered at the thought and gagged a bit. “Tone down the graphics.”
Abaddon laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Crude, but no less true. You are my child, and now that I know who and where you are, I will be watching over you. It is a parent thing.”
There was nothing but pure pride in Abaddon’s voice, as if he’d waited twenty years to say that. Anna didn’t want to take away the man’s moment, but she had a lot of things to sort through in her mind.
“I’m gonna go,” Anna said as she fidgeted in the chair. “But I promise to call you again.”
“And I will hold you to that promise, my daughter.”
Anna closed her e
