Adrian’s eyes swirled to a pale golden amber. He sighed and looked back up at the sky. “No, Anastasia, I actually wasn’t. I do not want you to ever be face to face with my father.”
Ana chewed her bottom lip and looked at the ground. She poked at the dirt with a finger. Adrian glanced at her and grimaced. He moved his legs from around her and then pulled her down so her head was on his thigh as he sat up, that leg curled under, his weight resting on one hand, his other leg bent up at the knee behind Ana’s head. He grabbed a grape and held it to her lips.
“Don’t worry, Ana…”
“But, someone may have mentioned me…” Ana said hushed as she took the grape into her mouth.
“Perhaps someone may have mentioned you, yes. It doesn’t really matter, Ana…even if my father says he wants to meet you…I wi
