Smoke swirled around his face. In the moonlight, every line of his face was taut.
Cold, ruthless, and somber.
"If anything happens, don't ever see the kid again," Sylvan Cheney tossed out a comment.
"It won't happen!"
Jasmine Yale shouted, clutching Little Chale tightly.
"Jasy, Uncle Cheney is actually quite nice, really," Chale Cheney began defending Sylvan again.
What else could he do? The man was his biological father after all.
"Don't learn from him. He has a bad temper and his character is a bit off," Jasmine cautioned, fondly brushing the little boy's face.
It had been a while since she had last seen him. He had grown taller and was even more handsome now.
That day he was wearing a blue sweater, looking very well-behaved.
"Yes, his temper isn't very good," Chale admitted, "Jasy, why do you think that is?"
"It's innate."
"Jasy is the best," the little fellow said, snuggling against Jasmine's neck.
He really loved the scent Jasmine wore.
