Laziel bit his lip, drawing blood. The silence was deafening.
Alaric keenly noticed something was wrong from his son's expression. His breathing became heavy the moment he thought of the worst possible scenario.
"Tell me about it." He rubbed his temples, demanding his son's answer.
Laziel let go of the breath he was holding. He had just narrated shortly about how he and his sisters had gone to the Capital to find their parents, but he hadn't prepared himself on how to explain Grandma's death to his dad.
He stared at Alaric, a figure who rarely had time for him…
His dad seemed to be different from the moment he laid his eyes on him, more dignified and something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Perhaps the apocalypse had changed him. It was the most reasonable explanation. Otherwise, how could he ask him how he was doing the moment his son entered the room?
Previously, even if he asked such questions, it was all about Zerra.
