Ella's POV

"How well can you fight?"

I looked at my dad, wondering what had suddenly prompt the strange question and how we had moved from there.

I racked my brain for the answer as I stared at him, wondering what he was expecting from me. I didn't want to say the wrong answer and disappoint him.

I huffed, blowing out a gust of exasperated breath. I had met my father not up to five hours and I was already worried about disappointing him and trying to impress him.

What was wrong with me?

How did we get here so fast? We had talked about the rogues, how mum had...