As Reginald stepped on the small porch, he waved his left hand in the air and the slide door immediately came open for him.
He had a stoic expression as he walked into the house. And almost immediately, the lights came on and he found Alastor seated on one of the milk colored leather couches staring back at him with a neutral look.
For more than thirty seconds, no one spoke a word as they drank in each other's presence.
And as seconds passed, Reginald's eyes were hardening.
He could hear the calm breathing of Keturah upstairs, which told him she was already fast asleep.
"Where is my daughter?" He calmly inquired.
"Figure it out, Reginald. You're smart." Alastor advised him without giving a response to his question.
In a blink of an eye, Reginald appeared right in front of him and grasped him around the neck in a very tight hold before lifting him up in the air.
