Alfos.
Alfos found it hard to remain aloof around Lucinda. The blonde-haired beauty was so energetic and talkative that Alfos was forced to start talking.
His eyes had been on the female from the very moment he saw her at Brindlemark. The beauty that sat between dead, rotting bodies. At that moment, Alfos felt something for her, but he thought it was empathy. That was what he had been telling himself all this time until Draco ordered him to bring Lucinda over to be with Isolde until she awoke.
The female had burst into a flood of tears that night when she settled her eyes on Isolde's bloody face and body.
“What did you do to my sister?” She had asked, sending an accusing stare at him as she bawled, calling on Isolde to wake up.
Stunned, Alfos declared. “I had nothing to do with it,
