#Chapter 178: The Confession

Kayla Nicholas stayed for dinner that night, although not for no reason. Henry was still out there somewhere, searching for the person who knocked me unconscious and took my mother’s journal, and we needed to be close in case he captured the fucker. Furthermore, we couldn’t leave my father. Not when I still needed to find out what he knew. And especially not when a sudden departure might tip him or the guild off to our knowledge of Luporath and ruin everything. But as we sat down at the dining table, my father taking the head of the table in his wheelchair, the tension was almost thick enough to choke on. Nicholas sat beside me, his knee bumping mine beneath the tablecloth. My father pretended to be occupied with filling his own glass, although I could see the way he occasionally glanced at me, then at Nicholas, distrust and something else flickering behind his eyes. He was trying to figure us out. And we were doing the same. Ava bustled about, serving the