"Who's in this picture with you?" I asked inquisitively.
"Her name is Marti."
His answer was short like he didn't want to answer any questions and certainly wasn't happy with me discovering the picture.
"Who is she?" I asked again.
"No one, we have to leave," Charles said as he took the picture out of my hands and placed it back on the side; his eyes never wavered from the dazzling smile of Marti as she stood possessively at his side.
"She must have been important to you," I said again, not willing to leave the subject alone.
"She was once . . ."
"Once what?" he abruptly turned his back on me and walked out of the cave into the dark night.
The night swallowed his tall frame quickly and with ease, and as he suddenly disappeared from my sight. My hearing was the only thing that remained able to determine his whereabouts as his footsteps stopped a few yards away and his conversation with Hera outside reached my ears.
