Ella's POV

"How well can you fight?"

I looked at my dad, wondering what had suddenly prompt the strange question and how we had moved from there.

I racked my brain for the answer as I stared at him, wondering what he was expecting from me. I didn't want to say the wrong answer and disappoint him.

I huffed, blowing out a gust of exasperated breath. I had met my father not up to five hours and I was already worried about disappointing him ...