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bulbs. “I don’t want to judge my girlfriend’s family before I meet them, but let’s just say I have a few questions for your dad.”
    Join the club.
    I waited until we reached the top of the stairs before I leaned close. “You’ll never believe what Grandma discovered. Turns out I’m half angel.”
    “Angel?” He nearly sputtered.
    “Now why is that so hard to believe?” I asked, enjoying the sight of my mighty griffin nearly speechless.
    He leaned back against the brown paneled landing, “I’m…”
    “What? Shocked? Amazed? Freaked out? Take your pick. I’m still trying to decide.”
    He took my hand and drew me close. “I always knew you were special,” he said, caressing the soft spot at the base of my palms. “But angelic?”
    “Bona fide,” I said, running a finger down his arm. Maybe that’s why I’d always been so keen on following the rules.
    We began walking down the hall toward our room. We had the third on the left, according to Grandma.
    “Now tell me,” I said, “What do you know about angels?”
    He seemed to search for the right thing to say. “I’ve never met one.”
    “Until now,” I teased.
    He tried to appreciate the joke, but was still too shocked. “Most view angels as agents of the divine, representatives of everything good.”
    I snorted. “Instead of the things we usually run into.”
    His mouth twisted into a smile. “You could say that.”
    “Grandma says dad is a fallen angel,” I added.
    ”A being who has willfully turned away from the light.”
    He came up with that a bit quickly. “Wait ‘till you meet him.” And until I was through with him.
    We stopped in front of our room.
    “It’s extremely convenient that your dad didn’t tell you what he’s done,” Dimitri said.
    “He said he’d tell me in person. He didn’t want any supernatural eavesdroppers.”
    “We’ll see.”
    “Dimitri, he’s my father. I have to help him.”
    And if I couldn’t, if I failed, would I have the courage to slay him?
    “Your father tried to compel you to go see him,” Dimitri said.
    I really didn’t want to talk about this. “What a power,” I said, trying to lighten things up. “It’s every parent’s dream come true.”
    Dimitri didn’t take the bait. “You understand what’s at stake here, Lizzie. He wants you badly. He’s holding the threat of his damnation over your head.” He paused, as if he didn’t want to say the rest. “He didn’t search you out until he needed you.”
    “I know.” It hurt to admit it even to myself: if my dad truly wanted me, he would have found a way to see me during the last thirty years. “But maybe this is a fresh start, a way to re-connect.”
    Dimitri frowned. “I hope so. I want that for you, Lizzie. But just remember, he may be your dad, but that doesn’t mean you’re similar souls.”
    “It doesn’t mean we’re not,” I reminded him.
    For as long as I could remember I’d wondered what my real dad was like. I’d given up on the idea of perfection a long time ago. I wasn’t a child.
    I’d also learned in my time as a slayer that things weren’t always as they appeared. Sure my dad hadn’t been there for me in the past, but he needed me now and I owed it to him and to myself to at least give him a chance.
    Dimitri’s expression remained dark. He’d gone into full protection mode. Heaven help us. “It also says something about him that he’d rob you of your free choice,” he said.
           “Kind of like the time you chained me to a tree?”
    He looked unimpressed. “That was for your own good.”
    It sure didn’t feel like it at the time.
    I flicked the light switch in our room and was disappointed when the room remained dark. Grandma must have forgotten to hex our place. Or maybe the light-em-up spell didn’t have an off switch.
    “Lizzie.” He brushed a lock of hair from my forehead, “I’m always behind you. No matter what.”
    He truly was my rock, my other half.
    “But I wonder if