Ian's POV

I bit my lip gently to make sure this wasn't a dream. Letting out a huge sigh, I spun to face the being behind me.

A rush of air escaped my lungs.

It was him, Albazar.

He wasn't in his normal red-skinned form. His black hair was permed to perfection and it parted to a side. The ends of his hair were flaky and some strands fell loosely above his olive-skinned face.

He stood in his normal stance, an arm behind his back. My breath hitched when I saw his crimson globes gazing at my form.

I won't lie, I was scared of him. Him being the strongest...