He turned to Jamal. Step by step he walked towards, his eyes honesty and determination ignited in his gaze, just like flames. When he spoke, his words and aura had gone back to his usual self, calm and decisive.
"I have cross-checked with other class apprentices, their instructors do not treat them the way you treat me. You have been kind and good to me since the day we met. I just want to ask, Jamal…who am I to you?"
Jamal froze. The question was like a needle piercing his heart.
"What are you talking about? Are you done reading that one, then check this one out?" Jamal said.
"Do you need me to repeat it? Jamal…who am I to you? " Xaloc's eyes were cold and sharp, not the kind of eyes one would expect when he asked such an intimate question, however, these pairs of eyes were very familiar to Jamal.
