20.

Father...

That specific word sounded so strange in my mind, no matter how many times I kept repeating it, continuously remembering how those silvery grey eyes held so much warmth and sincerity as they firstly gazed upon me.

My father...

So many questions kept rising inside my head, with each new one feeling even more and more desperate for answers.

Glancing at the intimidating male casually sitting on the counter, absently toying with the small yet very sharp blade in his hand I then nervously shifted in my seat, taking a deep breath as I willed myself to finally speak.

“Is there any chance I could see him again?” My voice sounded so small and weak yet louder than I had expected, resonating through the spacious kitchen.

His every movement abruptly stopped, that dark gaze ultimately landing on me, my already tensed body almost cowering under its intensity.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” His harsh tone suddenly breaking through the very tensed silence forced the tiniest flinch esca