Bab 121: Dinner Date Under The Table

ELLA POV:

After what felt like an eternity, I finally mustered up the courage to peek around the edge of the table. My father wasn't there anymore—at least not within my line of sight. Relief washed over me, but it was quickly tempered by paranoia.

What if he'd left some of his personal security behind to keep an eye out? What if he hadn't actually left at all but was somewhere just out of view? Knowing my father, he wouldn't make an appearance without some kind of ulterior motive.

For better judgment, I decided to stay put under the table a little while longer, just in case. Jason, meanwhile, had taken to picking at a loose thread on his jacket, looking for all the world like this was just another Tuesday night for him.

"Are we good yet, or do you plan on setting up camp down there?" he asked casually, glancing my way.