Aselia's POV
I glanced in his direction and he was peculiarly looking at me. "What's wrong?" He got up and moved towards me.
"Nothing," I attempted to contain myself and the anguish I had felt. He bent down and picked up the picture I had dropped and his expression darkened his forehead creased and he clutched the picture so tightly his knuckles became white, and veins popped up in his slender hands.
"Whose picture is this?" I inquired and he didn't meet my eyes. "Who is this man?" I pointed to the man with icy blue eyes in the picture.
"My father," he responded with gritted teeth, his declaration drained my body of all my resilience, all my strength, and all my energy. I felt lightheaded and would have slumped to the ground if not for the patience I had gathered over the years of training.
