At the point of no return, my ears grasp the words tightly and my brain remains stuck my heart as usual pauses, therefore, letting my blood cold in my veins. My conscience seems to pick up and crawl out of the dark I lock them.
"Father?" Damian and Derek both chorus.
"F-father," I repeat feeling my upper teeth press softly on my lower lip and the rise and fall of my tongue. The first blink of my eyes and how dry my lips are.
Philip and his coworkers pause for a second. I don't drop the stare, I search for any amount of truth in his multicolored eyes.
"Richard Grayson. Leader and king of the vampire. You're a prince you know. And your father had called us to bring you where you belong." He says.
I chuckle drily forcing a soft tone out of me. "Prince, King? He knew." I say.
"Your
