Asteria D´Angelo
I knew exactly where the library was located. “We will go there, you might want to catch up with Stavros,” I said to my father, and he nodded.
“Check the section of lost and magical objects.” My father said, and I smiled.
“Thanks, Daddy.” I stepped up on my tippy toes and kissed my father´s cheek. I moved to stand beside Zane and laced my fingers with his. “Let´s go... we only have one hour...” I said, and he nodded.
“Your father is a great guy,” Zane said, and I nodded.
“Yeah, he is a saint! He has to maneuver around temperaments and my mom´s drama...” I giggled, and he chuckled.
“You don´t know how lucky you are to have the family you have,” he said, and my stomach churned. He was raised in captivity, is nineteen, and is starting to experience freedom and lov
