“What would you say to meeting my family?” I gulped. “Are you afraid now?” He sounded hopeful. “Yes,” I admitted; how could I deny it—he could see my eyes. “Don’t worry.” He smirked. “I’ll protect you.” “I’m not afraid of them,” I explained. “I’m afraid they won’t… like me. Won’t they be, well, surprised that you would bring someone… like me… home to meet them? Do they know that I know about them?” “Oh, they already know everything.
