~Dahlia's POV~
I leaned into the cushion, sighing as I brought the wine glass to my mouth. The crimson liquid tasted sour and almost bitter, and I frowned, shaking my head in when its taste assaulted my tastebuds.
Right now, I sat across from my father who was busy reading through some scrolls that Kai had given him for perusal. Amara was sitting comfortably on his lap, playing with his long hair as he worked.
Well, that's how they've both been since the first time they met— inseparable.
It felt as though she had wrapped up all the love she had for Zarek, rolled it into a massive ball, doubled it, and then threw it at my father. She loved him that much.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt eyes on me, and looking up, I was momentarily stunned to find both my father and Amara staring at me.
"What?" I shrugged defensively. "Is there something on my face?"
Amara shook her head with a laugh. My father only smiled. "I asked you a question."
