“It’s because I possess information you will probably want to hear,” he said. His fingers moved to the band of leather he wore in his wrist and pressed down on the metal disk in the center.
My parents had both seen and experienced enough crazy things in their lives that they didn’t jump, or gasp. Eyes widened, yes, and my mother pressed her lips together, as if she was trying to hold in an exclamation.
“So you’re the one who took our daughter,” my father said then. All absentmindedness was gone, and the way his friendly hazel eyes narrowed seemed to indicate he was none too thrilled to have Gideon in his house, even if I’d brought him there.
“I went of my own volition,” I protested. “And he brought me back, so can we just forget about that for now? We have more important things to talk
