~YULIA

“What was that all about?” I asked as Issa drove us home.

He did not reply as he glared ahead of the long road in front of us. I figured that he was not in the mood to talk about it so I settled back into my seat and watched the road.

“That was my past,” he said abruptly as he stopped by a red light. I turned to him to hear more. “My father, before he passed away, made some promises. I was just a young cub back then.”

“And you do not intend to fulfil this promise,” I ...