Page 128 of Caressed By Sin
Hopefully, they would still help me.
I swallowed. “I have recently discovered that the sorcerer kept Jade because he thought she could be used as a weapon against. . .vampires.”
The whole space hushed, even the groups of people that had been laughing and dancing around us. Yumboe had awesome hearing, especially when it came to eavesdropping on others’ conversations.
All watched my father for his response.
He unfolded his arms from his chest and touched his chin. “How can she be used against vampires?”
Clearly hearing the whole conversation, Jade showed a huge smile. “I can make vampires cry black tears. I think. . .that is good. . .right, mommy?”
She’s such a fast learner.
I tapped her leg. “Yes, baby. That is the possible weapon.”
My mother turned to Jade. “Was this sorcerer mean to you, darling? Did he hurt you?”
Jade shook her head. “Adae always gave me and the other kids ice cream and read us stories about angels and God. He said that we were God’s army.”
My father kept his view on me. “Fatou, how does she make vampires cry?”
“She told me that it is a special scream.”
Jade bobbed her head.
My mother turned to my father and scowled. “We will not be using our granddaughter as a weapon.”
Father sneered. “We must protect our kingdom.”
“No.” My mother shook her head. “We must fix this broken bond withinourfamily. Only that will truly protectour kingdom.”
Father waved her away. “You talk of tainted bloodlines and I talk of our people.Theirfamilies.Theirlives.”
“Yet.” Mother raised one finger. “Weare our people. And if we are not fixed, then the foundation is cracked and our people will be nothing, but—”
“Enough!” Father snarled.
I tensed.
My mother went silent and looked away.
Father glared at me. “You mentioned needingtwothings. What is the second?”
“When I rescued my daughter, there was another person with me. He helped. Later, he was captured. I would like to take some of your warriors and go back to save him.”
Father raised his eyebrows. “And what is this being that you want to save? What sort of creature?”
I gritted my teeth. “He is a demon.”
My father laughed.
His advisors joined in.
Then the people returned to what they were doing—dancing and feasting, conversating and chuckling as if our conversation no longer mattered.
Damn it.
I grabbed my wine and took a large gulp.
