Killian frowned as he looked at the man with dark eyes. It had been ages since he had last looked at his dark eyes. He was twelve when this man decided to disappear after that accident. After her death. He might have been a child then and did not understand things well. But he had analyzed those dreams for so long that he knew what this man meant that night.
"I thought you were going to rot in that room as one of his majesty's collections forever." The snickering voice did not affect Aric. he only raised a brow with an amusing look.
Damien in his memories was a kind and shy child. He would help everyone he could find and it was not limited to humans.
"Tch! I am here to see, do you still collect birds and rabbits in your backyard and Violet chases them away with their dark claws or not?" Damien glared at the man with a sharp look.