Chapter 17

“Yes. Your grandfather will be passing down the title soon.” I told her.

“When will I ever meet grandfather?” Her expression was broken.

“Oh honey, soon. Not right now.” I cupped her face.

“But why? I’m old enough to understand.” She argued.

“Okay.” I sighed. “I’ll tell you when we go home.” She nodded. I put her down and told her to say her goodbyes.

“Are you going to tell her?” Cliff whispered.

“She deserves to know. I’m not going to tell her about the agency or the Whispering Death. She just needs to know about her father.” I whispered back.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I hope so, too. The thing is, she’s never asked about her father.” I said.

“She’s only seven, Luce. Are you sure she will be able to handle i