There's just something about the way his eyes move about silently and yet covetously. Like he always sees things that he would like to have for himself. He hasn't said a single word since. I can see that Jadon respects, if not fears his father. The man didn't ask a single question, yet Jadon has diligently explained the entire situation to him.
Now, we are awkwardly waiting for a response from him. The room is silent. Even a feather would be heard if it is dropped on the floor.
"Hm." He lets out a soft breath, and his gaze moves from me to Jadon and then back to me. "I always enjoyed the Elsker story." He smiles. It's the kind of smile he had shown me the night I first met him at that ball Leonis took me to.
A lifeless smile that holds the desire to have what he shouldn't. I don't like Jonah Reinhart.
"Do you know who my favorite person in history was?" Is he talking to me right now? Why is he asking me? How am I supposed to know that?
