"I won't call it good old days, nothing was good about those days. I was just a boy, merely fifteen years of age when I first met your grandmother in the camps of war victims on the outskirts of town Tealgore. She must have just crossed her teenage years, she was what every human would dream to be, this beautiful human. Sanguales were not considered allies to anyone but when my father and I turned up at the camp, she was the one kindest to us. Instead of ours and theirs, she saw good and bad. For the first time in my life I saw adoration for me in someone's eyes other than my father's."
Bale took a sharp shaky breath as Shivani, with her palm under her chin, kept staring at him.
