Steam, hot and unforgiving, kissed Alex's face as she stared at her reflection in the polished surface of a dark wood table. The black-haired girl staring back had calm, deep black eyes, betraying none of the turmoil within. Alex inhaled sharply, the hot air stinging her nostrils. She lifted her head, meeting the gaze of the man she was supposed to call "father.""I will ask a question," he stated, his voice deceptively calm, stirring a chaotic unease in the listener's heart. "And you will answer."