Like glass

Alexander sat in his room too angry to talk to anyone. He was shocked by the encounter that he had with his so-called son. He hated the way that he was rendered helpless by his son.

Tonight he was reminded of the day that he was unable to protect Francis from him. He had healed but the scar on his wings remained to remind him that he was no match to Ander.

He hit the table hard with his hand, his anger flaring up. The anger in Ander's eyes was so intense he could feel a chill ran down his spine when he held his hand. He was confused about what to do.

The warning from his mother of the future in which Ander kill him and everyone and Francis's advice of using love to change the future troubled his mind. Till now he only thought that Francis was a fool for trying to get along with Ander but he was beginning to understand what he was trying to achieve with it.