"Papa are you going somewhere?" asked Lystria.
She watched as her father hurriedly shoved clothes and files into a black suitcase.
"There has been an accident at work and I'm being promoted with the hopes that I'll somehow manage to turn things around. This couldn't have happened at a worst time, the battle royal has already started and more lives will be in danger if I don't figure a way out of this calamity."
Devon shook his head realizing that he was speaking to a child even if she was smart and a chip of the old block she was still but a child. She was very precious to him and a mini replica of her mother Lystra who died giving birth to her.
"You only just returned and you promised to be here for my birthday," wailed Lystria.
