~CASSIAN

All my years in this life, my father had never missed meal times. Never.

Yet today, his seat sat empty, staring back at the confused faces on the table. Well, all except Dylan.

Unlike everyone else, he didn't look worried or concerned. He calmly sat in his chair like he wasn't even aware of what was going on.

My eyes narrowed down at his beady eyes and eerie smile. A cold air shut over me and I shook my head.

No, he was aware. He just didn't care. He probably had more demonic things to ...