Prospero’s eyes were intense and piercing just like Zale’s and it left Krystal speechless for a second. But it was only for a second before she blinked, quickly composing herself.
Prospero turned back to Zale as the two continued their conversation. “What do you have to say, son? Where is Nova?”
Zale let out a loud sigh and Krystal wouldn’t lie, she could feel how anxious he was and she couldn’t help but feel extremely sorry for him.
“I banished her, Father.” Zale answered in a low tone, making Prospero stop in his tracks.
“What did you say?” He said in a low dangerous tone and Krystal did not miss how Zale swallowed either out of fear, nervousness or anxiety.
She wished she could come in and diffuse the situation, but this was a matter between father and son. It didn’t matter tha
