The question wouldn’t leave my head.
First, how did he know my parents?
Not just my father… but my stepmother too. And somehow, that knowledge had been enough to make him spare me that day.
The moment he realized whose blood ran through my veins, his entire demeanor shifted from predator to something else.
Something like a reluctant savior.
But why?
***FLASHBACK — THE ABDUCTION***
A man stepped into my blurry view.
He wore dark clothes, hood pulled low. He bent down over me. His face stayed in shadow, but I saw one thing clearly when he leaned closer.
I saw a big scar running across his left cheek and down his neck. It looked old, years old, like a wound that had never healed properly. The skin was raised and twisted, pale against his darker tone, as if someone had cut him dee
