Velara's POV.
Many years ago.
"So, you've decided to leave after all?"
The sound of his voice in the darkness startles me so much that I almost drop the bag that I'm holding in my hand. I turn around to find him standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed over his chest. I can clearly see the gleam of his bright eyes even though I can't see the look on his face. I must have been distracted, otherwise I would have heard him coming. I would have smelled him as well.
"Luther." My voice is shaky. I sound nervous. I feel nervous. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon."
Luther moves towards me and turns on the light in the room. I have to blink my eyes at the sudden brightness of it. I instantly regret being able to see the look on his face. Not because he looks angry and disappointed,
