Celeste watched Zillon as he drove them back. He hadn't spoken to her since he had finished following Xavier's scent which had disappeared in the middle of the chase.
His jaws were clenched and she was conscious of the fact that he was angry. She wasn't sure who he was angry at but it seemed it was her.
And she didn't like that...she hadn't really done anything wrong and moreover she wasn't the one who told Xavier to touch her.
Glancing over at him, Celeste sighed. "Are you angry at me?"
Zillon gripped the steering wheel tighter. "No..."
"Then why—but you are angry, I-I can feel it. I didn't do anything, he showed up out of nowhere, I didn't know h—"
The car came to a sudden stop and in order stay put, Celeste had to press against it. She looked over at Zillon who was glaring forward
