CHAPTER 32

ALEXANDER

My father stood at the other end of the Hallway, staring down at me and Frederick with eyes that held no atom of emotion.

Zero emotion. Usually the man was difficult to read, but with careful looks, I could pick out a flash or hunt of emotion in those dark eyes. But now, none of that could even be seen.

Frederick, who I thought had already gone by now, adjusted his stance behind me. It was no surprise to me how much our dad's strong aura and fierceness was enough to make a person want to 'buckle up'. It was only natural. If I was not so used to being in this kind of uncomfortable situation with him, I would have been shaking too.

However, for a long time now, it has been hard for me to feel fear. Not of death, not of my father either, who was scarier than death.

"Son," He called me.

"Yes, Father." I answered.

He spoke no more as he fell into steps, his hands stuffed in the darkness of his pockets as he made his way towards me.

Quietly, I stood there and waits for him to reac