Chapter Six: Alistair's POV
Song: There For You by Flyleaf
I sat in my office chair, designing a new microwave burrito flavor. I couldn't concentrate. I reached for my phone, and dialed the number that was once Grace's, now Dan and Amy's. The phone began to ring. Once, twice, three times, until it came to voicemail, "Hey, this is Amy and Dan Cahill, and Nellie Gomez. We are currently not home, or we are chasing Dan and trying to keep the house from being blown up. Leave a message! Thanks." Tears came into my eyes at Amy's voice. I had betrayed her and Dan far too many times. The clue hunt was hard. I wanted to protect them, to be their uncle. But I was scared, so scared. Especially of those Kabra children, and they were the ones always after Dan and Amy! Irina had a heart, the Holts were dolts, and the Starlings disappeared. But the Kabras were always there, always near. They were ruthless, heartless, and intelligent. They were the very definition of Lucian, and they scared me more than anyone else. I looked at the phone, and picked it up again, dialing the Cahill mansion number. "Who's this?" a voice answered,
'Hello Nellie, I-"
"I asked who this is! Not who am I. Geez, you Cahill people can't follow instructions can you?"
"Um, it is Alistair Oh, Nellie." I said trying to be patient,
"I already knew that you know. Caller ID." Nellie replied,
"Then why did you ask me?"
"I always ask, anyone could be on another Cahill's phone, trying to get a ransom or something like that."
"Where are Dan and Amy?" I asked the Au Pair
"Go open you front door." She said, and hung up.
I frowned at the phone, and went to open my door. Two children stood there, a fourteen year old, and an eleven year old. Dan and Amy Cahill. I rushed forward to embrace them. Dan ducked away, but Amy embraced me back. "Uncle Alistair," the girl said, looking so grown up, "I have something to ask you on behalf of the Madrigal branch of the like of Gideon Cahill."
"Come in, come in," I invited. Maybe it was not too late to make amends with the children I felt so much as an uncle towards. Maybe they would forgive me. Hadn't they forgiven even the Kabras? I could not do that, but if they could forgive the Kabras, perhaps I was forgivable as well.