#Chapter7

Brotherhood

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 redskinned 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 oliveskinned 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...