"Where the Hells were you?!" My father snapped as Daemon and I walked into my house.
My mother sat on the sofa beside Irene, Dehvall looked over at me with a bored expression on his face.
Crowley and Crow looked relieved.
My eyes landed on Soul's.
His face was always a mask, impossible to read. But his eyes spoke waves of emotion if you knew how to read them.
"We were busy. No need to panic."
My father glared daggers in my direction.
"No reason to panic? You barely let your mother know of your safety!"
Crowley sighed, "Sam, she was with Daemon. Calm down."
My mother's eyes darted between Soul and I.
She knew something was up.
"You are aware that you are to be under Souls eyes at all time."
I rolled my eyes, a straight I inherited from my mom, "Dad, we just spoke about this toda
