As Elora stood there, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and uncertainty, she couldn't help but notice the intensity of Azriel's gaze as it flickered between her and her son. There was a depth of recognition there, a flicker of something that sent shivers down her spine. She saw from his look that he realized who Asher was to him.
With a trembling hand, she reached out and placed it gently on her son's shoulder, breaking the staring contest between him and his father.
"Asher," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "This is our guest, Azriel. He's not going to hurt us."
Asher's brows furrowed in confusion, his eyes darting between his mother and the imposing figure before him. "But he was shouting at you," he said, his voice tinged with suspicion.
Elora forced a smile, t
