Vesyrn's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at his son.
He asked again, this time with more certainty. "How do you know Flora?"
Azzy's gaze lingered on the framed photo before he set it gently back on the table.
"It's a long story," he murmured. "Another one for another day."
Then, his tone hardened with purpose. "Let's get to the real reason I'm here, Dad."
Vesyrn straightened. "I had a feeling this wasn't just a friendly visit after your return."
Azzy met his father's eyes and said. "I want you to return."
Vesyrn blinked, shaking his head. "I can't."
"You can."
"I can't, son," Vesyrn said again, firmer this time. "I don't have the guts to face Izora or my clan members again. Not after what I did to her. You saw what it did to her. If she goes crazy again… I…"
