Page 118 of Bring Me Your Midnight

I almost apologize. Iamsorry, sorry for not warning him beforehand and making a choice that reflects poorly on him and Mom. Sorry for blowing up the arrangement we had with Landon and straying from the path they worked so hard to lay down for me.

But I’m not sorry that I’ll get to spend my life with a boy who sees my wildness and a magic that makes me come alive.

“It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made.” I’m still playing with the necklace, and my dad’s eyes go to it. I don’t want to loseit, but this necklace belongs to him, not to a daughter who has defied everything he believes in. “Here, Dad. I’m sure you want this back.”

He looks pained, his brows pinching together and his mouth turning downward. “Put that back on.” He says it with conviction, as if he’s giving a sermon. “That belongs to you, and I’m proud for you to wear it.” His voice shakes at the end.

“Dad?”

He sits down next to me and takes my hands in his. “You believe in something strongly enough that you gave up all the comforts of this life in search of something different. You are brave and loyal to yourself,” he says, pulling me into him. “It won’t be easy, but if you believe in this life half as much as I believe in mine, you’re going to do well.”

I had accepted that there would always be a gap between my parents and me, that from now on I’d be seen as a traitor and an embarrassment. I had never let myself hope that they might understand, and I’m completely overwhelmed by it.

“And if you and that boy continue to look at each other the way you did tonight, I suspect you’ll be very happy.”

“Thank you, Dad,” I say, holding him tight.

We walk onto the dock and meet Wolfe on the beach. I almost ask my dad if I can go home with him, if I can spend another night in my bedroom with the comfort of his presence nearby. But I’ve made my choice, and I gave up that option when I cast my blood into crystal instead of copper.

“Let’s plan for a meeting in two days at the perfumery. Wolfe,bring your father. We have much to discuss, and we ought to do it privately before the councils get involved.”

Wolfe agrees, and my dad gives me another smile before turning and walking toward home. I try not to dwell on the image of him walking away, on the way it hurts my insides like a punch to the gut. But I can ache for the loss of my previous life while delighting in all the wonders that are yet to come.

Wolfe and I walk in the direction opposite my dad, to the wild part of the island where anything is possible. When we finally get to the manor, a man is waiting for us outside. Wolfe offered to magic me into dry clothing while we were on the boat, but I didn’t want to use more magic than necessary in front of my parents. I look horrid, though, and now I wish I had agreed to it. I self-consciously smooth my hand over my dress and try to fix my messy braid.

The man smiles, and his expression tells me he isn’t at all surprised to see me here.

“I’m Galen, Wolfe’s father,” he says, even though it’s obvious—they look so much alike.

“Have we met before?” I ask, reaching for a memory of him that I can’t find.

“Several times.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember.” I look down, but Galen reacts as if it’s nothing.

“Not at all. I heard about what you did tonight.”

I suppose it makes sense that he already knows—he probably keeps tabs on the island more than my mother realizes—but it still catches me off guard.

I start to explain myself, say I understand if he doesn’t want me here, but he holds up his hand, and I stop speaking.

“Welcome home, Mortana.” Then he pulls me into a hug. I’m stunned by his kindness, but it helps to ease the ache in my heart, and I’m sure that I’ll be happy here.

“Thank you.”

“I know you’ve had a long day, so I’ll let you get settled. But tomorrow, if you’re feeling up to it, the rest of the coven would love to meet you.”

“How many of you are there?”

“Seventy-three,” he says.

Seventy-three.The number astounds me, and I’m amazed that I went my entire life without knowing of their existence. But I can’t help the excitement that rises inside me as I realize I will have a home here. A family.

It will be different from the life I have always envisioned for myself. But it will be wholly and completely my own.

“I’m looking forward to meeting them.”

Galen offers a warm smile, then turns to Wolfe and squeezes his shoulder. His eyes look glassy, tears pooling in them as he looks at his son. Then he walks inside, leaving Wolfe and me alone.