KIARA
"Denzel?" I whispered, tapping my mate's arm. When he didn't respond, my heart sank. The figure at the other end of the hallway was approaching us steadily. I had a feeling that this man was Denzel's father. My priority was to keep a good distance between father and son.
"Don't confront him," I heard Denzel say. His voice was so low, I had to listen closely.
"Can you stand?" I asked, and he let out a sigh.
"I don't think so," he breathed.
"That man is your father, isn't he?" I whispered.
He inhaled sharply, his hands loosely resting on my waist.
"I don't know why...but there's something about him that's familiar. I feel like I've met him before," I told him, and he stiffened.
"W-what? That's not- "
"Coward!" Denzel's father growled. The sunlight spewing from the windows ref
