“We are not killing your dad.” Mr. Fernandez spoke harshly, and I scoffed.
“First of all, he’s not much of a dad if he’s trying to get me back just to hurt me again.” Mr. Fernandez’s jaw clenched with annoyance, and I continued, “Besides, you said that I could be stronger than him.”
He shook his head, “He’s your dad. If anything, he’s probably the only one out there that’s like you- and he’s also probably stronger.”
“But what if I trained? What if I could be stronger?” I couldn’t mention the faction of Vampyrs that could have him killed either.
“We’re not in the business of studying ‘ifs’, kid. We’re in the business of keeping you and my family safe.” His tone raised, and I could recognize that it was time to leave things alone. I realized even if the clan could protect me- they could
