Almas pov
I stared at the man, my father…? No, he couldn’t be stepping in closer to me. He was young, like me, like Santiago…there was no way he could be my father…
“Look at you, so beautiful…just like your mother, before she ran away, leaving me all alone wondering why she took my child away from me…” he sounds so sad. His melodic voice is soothing; it’s not like Santo’s voice, that deep and dark. His voice is more floating but still has a bite behind all that siren.
“Wait…no…no, you can’t be…I mean, look at you?!” I still stare at him, confused, when he gives me a confident smile that would take the breath away from any woman out there if they saw it.
“Perks of being an immortal being, my dear…” he has come close enough to make me feel like I should stand. He isn’t as tall as Santiag
