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involves answering questions, not persuading someone to part with their money." I jumped from the table and walked to the window to put some space between us. The geysers outside spewed hot water into the sizzling air.
    "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting." He looked so earnest, I instantly regretted my outburst. The truth was, even after so many centuries he was still excited about the whole Hell business and would've been better off having a child who shared the same enthusiasm. I wished I could make him proud the way he deserved. For a moment, silence ensued between us and we avoided each other's gaze. Dad talked first. "You don't have to—"
     
    This was my chance to repay him for all he'd done for me. I couldn't care less about Hell's popularity and brand recognition, but if it meant so much to him I'd do whatever it took to help him. Inching closer, I grabbed his hand, interrupting him. "It'd be my pleasure."
    "You sure, Cassie?" His lips twitched as though he didn't dare hope.
    I nodded. "I'd love to be your project manager."
    "When you're done we'll promote you to second-in-command."
    Laughing, I rolled my eyes. "Now, don't get too excited. I haven't finished my apprenticeship yet."
    "About time you did," Dad said.
    I didn't respond because I couldn't be bothered to trigger yet another argument. "When do I start?"
    "Now. I'll send someone over to pack your bags." He didn't even blink as he opened the folder again, reading through the bullet points.
    "I've thought about a few companies we could hire for the billboards.
    You might want to give them a call and get a quote."
    "Whoa!" I held up my hands. "Pack my bags? I can't move back here." What about Dallas, my job and the life I'd built for myself? He couldn't expect me to leave everything behind.
    Dad peered at me; our gazes locked in that fierce yet silent battle that'd been going on between us ever since I realised he might seem intimidating, but that was just his job. In real life, he liked to let his hair down like everyone else.
    "If something comes up, I can't afford not being able to get hold of you," Dad said.
    I shook my head. "That's not going to happen. You always know where I am."
    Dad cocked a brow. "I might consider getting rid of Kinky and that tiny angel. You know how much you always complain about them."
    Kinky squirmed on my shoulder, but kept quiet as he always did in Dad's presence. I could sense his nervousness though. Apart from the job of being a companion, there wasn't much else a personal demon could do. Given Dad's reputation for getting rid of surplus baggage, who wouldn't start sweating? As much as I was tired of Kinky's antics, I wouldn't want him to disappear. Besides, he might just decide to spill the beans about Dallas. This was my chance to instil some much-needed respect into him.
    "You'd get rid of them both?" I tapped a finger against my lips.
    "That's a temping offer." From the corner of my eye, I watched Kinky's eyes turn as big as saucers.
    "Do we have a deal then?" Dad held out his hand.
    I grabbed it and gave it a quick squeeze. "I'm moving back in for a week tops, and I'll keep Kinky for the time being. Let's see how he fares."
     
    I left with the promise of moving my things that afternoon and arrived home to Dallas's still unpacked boxes cluttering the hall.
    He gave me a peck on the cheek. "I missed you."
    "Sorry I took so long."
    "Water under the bridge." He smiled. "See, we have a lot in common. We even use the same expressions."
    Forcing my lips into a grin, I pulled him on the sofa, unsure how to tell him I might be away for a while. Putting distance between us wasn't going to do our relationship any favours.
    "What's wrong?" Dallas cupped my face, inching closer until our noses almost touched.
    I took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. The warmth in his golden eyes sent shivers down my spine, my immortal body felt weak and dizzy. "I have to leave."
    He blinked. "What?"
    My heart sank. "I'm so sorry."
    A thin line formed on