“How… How did you know my father?” Elara asked, her voice faltering slightly. She hasn't talked about her parents in a long time. She was worried that it'd open up a wound that was trying to heal. “How do you know him?"
Mr Blackwood shook his head amusedly. The brothers looked amongst themselves,a question hanging on the top of their tongues. They knew that whoever was involved with their father was either up to no good or was a victim of their father's cruel schemes.
Mr Blackwood stood from his seat before stalking towards her stopping only a few inches away from her. So close that she could see the strands of white hairs in his beards and the faint crease between his brows. “I knew you looked vaguely familiar." He murmured,more to himself than her. “You look just like your mother. The
