Ira's POV

The White Angel is almost as handsome as his sons. It feels awkward to have to shake his hand while in the arms of his son. My tired father even looks most awkward while standing by Tiras who is about four feet taller

"Your face reflects the beauty of your heart," he compliments, pecking the back of my hand instead of shaking it.

He is surprisingly not arrogant. For someone who posses formidable powers I had expected to notice a sense of pride. He is however without it.

"It's an honour to meet you, sir," I say.

"I too had looked forward to meeting you, Ira. You transformed...