Chapter 193

He stood tall and proud, confidence pouring from his presence. With the garden being lit by hanging lanterns and fairy lights, I was able to see his features. In his early fifties, he was handsome. Salt and pepper hair was styled back from his face; his eyes were sharp, his nose and cheek bones looked as if they had been carved out of stone and his mouth was slightly turned up in a half smile. Recognition didn't hit, I'd never seen him before. His words and expression didn't fit with the feeling I had. His smile was more sinister than friendly, his words more tormenting than kind. Who was he? Adan's arms tightened around me seconds before he pulled me behind him, sheltering me from the unfamiliar man.