Feeling as if she'd said too much, she turned and fled the cottage for her car and locked the doors. Nothing of what Jule told her made sense with what her father told her. If she had a choice of what to believe, she'd believe Jule, a man she barely knew. She pondered what made her decision so simple and touched her face again. She'd accepted her father, because there was no one else who understood her. Jule had shattered her carefully built world in a day, and he'd done it without the brutal lessons her father resorted to.
What did she do when Jule came back for her?
She started to drive home then thought of the man she and Jule both tried to kill. Unwilling to fight something that didn't die, she drove to Doolin and the bed and breakfast. Moira was surprised to see her but led her quickly to her room, unwilling to spend much time questioning her. For once, Yully was grateful for the almost allergic reaction humans had to her.
She waited until Moira's footsteps faded before dialing her father.
"Yully, where are you?" There was urgency in his voice.
"The bed and breakfast. Papa, there was a man in our house who tried to kill me." She kept her voice low, in case the room next door was occupied.
"I know, my darling," he said. "I took care of him."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, he won't be coming back, just like Jule."
Her heart felt like it stopped at the mention of Jule's name, and she squeezed her eyes closed, willing herself not to think of him, lest her father choose that moment to read her mind.
"I've been waiting here for you to call. Have you been there for the past two days?" her father asked. "I've been trying to call your mobile."
"Yes," she forced herself to say. "I lost it when I was running from the man with the sword." Relief filtered through her; he hadn't found Jule. He was lying to her.
He was lying to her.
"Come on home, dear. It's safe. I promise."
"Okay, Papa." She hung up. There were few things in life she was certain about, and one of them was that she'd felt safer with Jule during their short time together than she ever did with her father.
She pulled out the piece of paper Jule had written on. It contained a name and a phone number.