His eyes left the food. Whether it was shock, dread, or surprisingly relief, he said, “I didn’t answer your questions assuming you’d stay here.”
“Hear me out.” I filled two glasses of water. “After what happened last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about my parents’ project. This is exactly what they wanted to stop.” His brows tugged low over his eyes. I sat across from him with hands pressed anxiously to my lap. “They sacrificed everything for that project, including me. I should feel betrayed, but I can’t help but admire them.”
“Don’t tell me you want to finish what they started,” he said bluntly.
“You don’t understand,” I said. “When I read my father’s journal, I learned so much about those creatures. I learned how serious they were, and after seeing one last night, it struck me on a
