Father

Jules' pov

       As soon that single word left my throat, I watched as the man who I thought died along with the rest of my family– let out a throaty laugh with his head thrown back. 

I stiffened in shock while a feeling of disbelief engulfed every inch of my body. My mouth was still hanging open and I was finding it really hard to comprehend what I was currently staring at.

Didn't he get killed along with the rest of my family?

Or is this some sort of cloning spell?" 

Blaze's hand settled on my shoulder, a reminder that he was with me.

"Do you know that man?" Blaze spoke beside me and I found myself nodding like a zombie.

"Ah, son… it's good to see you after what? Months? Although it did feel like years." He drawled, his confident voice loudly echoing around the opened space. I swallowed emptily and took a step back when he began to walk forward.