Kaleigha’s street senses bristled against such an obvious con.
“Ok, mister,” She stepped toward him. “I’ve had just about enough of your shit.”
“Now, now,” the man chided. “Is that any way for a daughter to talk to her father?”
The world around Kaleigha went silent. She did not hear the fence as is gave beneath her weight. She did hear the solitary car that cruised down the street. She could not hear her own breathing.The man’s head fell back, but the laughter spilling out did not reach her ears.
She slumped to the ground and tried to fight the odd sensation welling up inside of her.
“No need for dramatics,” a soft crackling voice found its way through the silence. “Your fate has always been with us. It was only a matter of time before we came to claim you.”
The shadows shuffled forward and pulled her to her feet. She meekly allowed them to guide her to the man who claimed to be her father. He placed a hand over her heart and her ears popped.
“What did you do to me?” she asked as her hearing returned. “What happened?”
“You are very strong,” he said. A bemused look crossed his handsome face. “You have bound yourself away from the memories of me. It takes a great deal of skill and training for most people to do that. You did it all on your own.”
“Is that good?” she asked.
“No,” he frowned . “This is going to be very hard for you.”