Dark Around the Edges: We Are Family (Cambion) by Cari Z

Author:Cari Z [Z, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781627570015
Publisher: Storm Moon Press LLC
Published: 2013-04-11T12:00:00+00:00

Devon heard Em's old Subaru wagon pull up to the house and then cut out, and a moment later the car door slammed shut. Angry feet stomped up the steps, the front door banged open, and the footsteps continued down the hall. Angelo appeared in the kitchen door, his face set in a scowl, but his forward momentum halted abruptly when he saw the group of people sitting at the kitchen table. His eyes lingered on Rio—it was understandable, everyone's eyes did—before they moved on to Devon. The scowl dropped away.

"Dev!"

"Angelo."

"When did you—" It was clear he wanted to say more, virtually bursting at the seams with eagerness to talk to Devon, but he clearly didn't want to do it with an audience.

"You missed breakfast and lunch," Chloe chided him.

The scowl came back immediately. "Shut up, squirt, I can find my own food."

"Don't call me squirt!" Chloe screeched, her volume going through the roof. "Jerk!"

"Stop." Ren's voice didn't leave room for argument. He looked at Angelo. "If you've already eaten, then you can go to your room."

"Know what? You're not my father," Angelo informed him viciously. "I don't have to listen to you." His allure was all over the place, pulsing anger and frustration. He wasn't even trying to control it. Jamie looked close to crying, and the feedback from Chloe wasn't helping things.

"Go upstairs, Angelo." This was a new voice, softer and soothing, and yet there was no way for any cambion to gainsay it. Angelo's jaw tightened with anger, but he turned around and stomped up the staircase as ordered. The door slammed nearly hard enough to crack the frame.

"Daddy!" Both Chloe and Jamie immediately ran to the man in the doorway, Devon's other foster father. He was a little shorter than Ren, with a kind, but unremarkable face, and the sort of flaxen blond hair that was rare adults. For Devon he meant comfort, while Ren meant safety. Devon glanced over at Rio and was shocked by what he saw.

Rio had gone utterly pale. His skin was normally Mediterranean dark, but the blood had leeched out of it, leaving him gray. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open in astonishment, and if Devon hadn't known that there was practically nothing that this guy was afraid of, he would have called the expression fear. Not just fear; there was an odd blend of awe mixed in with it that Devon didn't understand. Rio looked like he was about to fall to his knees and beg for mercy, and Devon had no idea why.

Emile finally looking up from his children, and noticing Rio only exacerbated the strangeness of the whole thing, because his eyes went similarly wide, and he immediately said, "This is a refuge of the homeless and the wanderer, and thou art welcome here. Be at peace."

Rio relaxed back into his chair, but his hand twitched up toward his chest, as though he'd have liked to cross himself, maybe. Devon had no idea what was going on, but it seemed to mean something to the two of them.

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