The Transference

C46

Barging into my father's office, I slam the door behind me and point an accusing finger at him. "You knew Caleb Sinclair is a threat the minute he stepped foot into the school premises, didn't you?"

He had to know. He is the gatekeeper and not just an ordinary gatekeeper. An ancient one added with fact the he's a deity that some people pray to. We call him the all knowner and seer, but these days he's been acting like someone slacking off this job. He shouldn't even be trying so hard to find what he's looking for. So there's only one explanation to what he's doing, he's stalling.

His head whip in my direction. Confusion written all over his face as he closes his laptop. "Damian, what are you–?" I cut him off before he tells me one more lie. I've heard enough of it.

Normally, I wouldn't have asked anything if he told me his plans but he didn't, and he knows I can't stand it when it's about Camille.

"You knew who broke into Di Hipsodat and pretended as if you didn't. All those research you were doing to find who broke into Di Hipsodat and all those bullshit about finding the same pattern with one that attacked Cami in the library was all crap, wasn't it?"

I should have known he was just stalling. All those times I thought he was actually doing something, looking for the person but that wasn't it. Why haven't I figured this out sooner?

Father hums and leans against his chair, not taking his eyes off me but it also as if he isn't looking at me. "You said bullshit and crap in one breath, Damian. You spent thirty three years hating Earth and human culture, you even hate their language. And all those times I've heard you speak in English, you never say words like that because it makes you like them. You've been spending too much time with Cami, it's starting to change you."

He notices. Of course he does, he's my father. He speaks the truth. I hate earth and I hate human more. I refused to do anything the humans did when we first got here but meeting and interacting with Camille is changing that. I mean, why wouldn't I cuss when that's all she does when she's trying to be heard or make a point. But I won't let him use that to change the subject of the matter because I know him. He sways off topic when he doesn't want to talk and I won't let him do that. Not today when I know Camille might be in danger.

"Answer. Me." I grit out as I stand in front of his desk.

He drops his hands on the arms of the chair and push the chair forward, he removes his hands and drops it on his desk, giving me his full attention or at least that's what I think he's doing.

"You didn't ask any sensible question," he shrugs.

I bend and drop my palms flat on his desk to look intimidating but who am I kidding? It won't work on him. He knows me and I know him.

"I'm not kidding father. The attack on Di Hipsodat and the one in the library is made by the same person and you know who the person is. You've always known." I don't make a point of repeating myself often but it seems father needs me to remind him every minute.

"You realize that I don't have time for all this," he says and leans against his chair again.

Okay, he doesn't have time for this but I know he'll say something after hearing what I'm going to say next. "You told Camille to stay away from Caleb knowing she would do the exact opposite. Why?"

His face goes blank.

After everything that went down with Camille, I made a promise to myself to stay away from her, to keep my distance without actually keeping it. I'd watch her from a distance and see how she's doing from there. I know she can handle herself but there are something that are bigger than her, things she'll need protection from. I hated Caleb Sinclair the moment I saw them sit together in my class. Camille spoke to him freely and I wished it was me instead. I never thought to look into him. He was just another student but when I portal Camille back to The Vale after Azra temporarily took over her, I heard father tell her to stay away from Caleb because he believed he was a threat. I knew that instant that Camille was in danger because Father doesn't assume or believe, he was always certain of things and he would never mention anything he wasn't sure of. So I began looking into him myself, knowing it was only a matter of time before Camille came looking too.