“Go where?” Mercy asked.
“To the front door to meet him. My daddy’s coming. I let him in.”
NINE
“Judah is…?”
“Come on. He’s almost here.” Eve tugged on Mercy’s hand.
“Bar that black devil from this house,” Sidonia said.
Ignoring Sidonia’s warning, Mercy went with Eve out into the hallway that led to the foyer. Sidonia followed, grumbling her fears aloud.
Just as they reached the foyer, Eve waved her little hand and the front door whooshed open. Judah Ansara, hand raised to knock, was standing on the front porch. Surrounded by darkness, with only moonlight illuminating his silhouette, he did indeed look like the black devil Sidonia had professed him to be.
“Daddy!” Eve cried as she released Mercy’s hand and ran straight to her father.
Judah stepped over the threshold, the night wind entering with him, his long hair slightly disheveled, his gaze riveted to his daughter. Without hesitation, he dropped the suitcase he held, swept Eve up into his arms and kicked the door closed behind him.
Eve wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I knew you’d come back. I knew you would.”
Mercy watched in awed fascination at the exchange between father and daughter. Even without her empathic abilities, she would have been able to see the bond that had already begun forming between them. And knowing she was powerless to stop what was happening frightened her.
Eve’s words echoed inside Mercy’s head. I was born for the Ansara.
Unable to completely ignore Sidonia’s constant mumbling, Mercy turned, gave the old nanny a withering glare and telepathically told her to hush. Sidonia glowered at Mercy and shook her head, but she reluctantly quieted before shuffling off and making her way slowly up the stairs.
Mercy took several tentative steps toward Judah. As if only then aware of Mercy’s presence, he adjusted Eve so that she rested on his hip and looked at Mercy.
She couldn’t explain her feelings, not even to herself. She despised Judah, and resented his presence here at the sanctuary and in
her daughter’s life. But at the same time, the very fact that he was here reassured her that he cared about Eve, that he was ready to help her protect their child. Their gazes locked for a brief instant; then Judah refocused on his daughter.
“I want you to promise me something,” he said to Eve.
“What do you want me to promise?”
“Promise me that until I tell you it’s all right, you won’t use your mind to speak with anyone except your mother and me.”
With her arms clinging about Judah’s neck, Eve pulled back, cocked her head to one side and looked directly into her father’s eyes. “He’s a bad man, isn’t he, Daddy? He wants to hurt us.”
“Yes, he’s a bad man.” Judah frowned. “Now, give me your promise that—”
“I promise,” Eve said.
As easily as that, she had agreed to do as Judah requested. Mercy sighed inwardly, fearing that Eve would never question her father’s orders.
Judah set Eve on her feet. She grabbed his hand. He glanced down at her and smiled. “It’s late. You should be in bed asleep.”
“I was,” Eve said. “But when I heard you calling to me, I woke up and let you in. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
Judah grunted. “Yes, it’s what I wanted. But now I want you to go upstairs and hop back into bed.” He glanced at Mercy. “Your mother and I have things we need to talk about.”
“I want a promise, too. I want you to promise me that you won’t fuss.” Eve looked from one parent to the other. “Be nice, okay?.”
“I’ll be as nice to Mercy as she is to me,” Judah said.
Eve smiled triumphantly, then eyed Judah’s suitcase. “You’ll be here in the morning when I get up, won’t you?”