KELLEN
My father leaned against his desk, one arm across his chest, the other massaging the bridge of his nose. At that moment, he looked tired. There was a lot going on. He sighed before dropping his hand down so we could meet his eyes.
“f**k Marcus, why Lamia?” The Deltas' eyes shot straight at the king, holding them easily. I was taken aback that he could hold my father’s eyes. Not many could do that.
“You think I have the answers Alex!” he hissed. I was stunned into silence at the scene unfolding before me. My dad had taken a step back defensively. I glanced at Uncle Marcus, his green eyes glowing and swirling with silver flecks in such a way that reminded me of...
“Your eyes are glowing; I’ve seen eyes like that before... Lamia’s” I said, surprised.
“Hmm,” my father relaxes a lit
