I saw the darkening of Zaine's expression as the words relayed by his mother sunk in. I did not like that look. It was almost a mirrored expression of the one that I had seen from his father earlier. I found my eyes lingering upon him though, awaiting his aggravated response. For I knew that it had to be coming...
But, to my surprise, without a word, nor a reaction towards his mother, Zaine walked from the kitchen, and motioned for me to do the same. I gave Thea an awkward smile, and rushed after my friend. He stalked angrily along the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom. His body language, and the speed with which he walked alone, displayed the anger building inside of him. I knew he would have to burst with that rage at some point. A rant likely imminent...
We walked inside the r
