His Face Beamed With Surprise

Third POV.

"How did you know?" Starr asked as he cracked his fingers. His face was clenched, looking straight wards at the man as though he was about to snuff out the last breath from his lungs.

"The day you came with her, that day when she was almost dying." Augustra said.

He could remember that day vividly. He was at his residence, just seated, thinking deeply about his own affairs, and as usual, using a drink to quench down his thirst, not until he was interrupted by one of his guards.

He was told of a visitor who was in dear need of having his attention. He had asked of a description of who it was, who had come to see him, but there was none the other could tell that would fit into what Augustra really wanted.

He rose from his seat, walking forward while the guard moved at fewer paces behind him. He walked with his morale set before him, his confidence showing off. He couldn't tell who had come to see him, but if he was willing to follow just what the guard had told him, he consid