Grief hung heavily on Zephyr’s chest, eyes fixed on Xander who stood in front of him with a dark smile tugged on his lips.
Sylvia had walked out on him. She'd made it clear that she didn't want anything to do with him anymore, and here Xander stood, making fun of what had happened.
Zephyr's fingers curled into fists, claws threatening to break through his fingertips. Even the universe knew that if Xander kept on, he wouldn't hold back anymore. He would strike him and it didn't matter if Xander retaliated.
Zephyr's chest flared hotter. He'd hoped Xander was done but he wasn't.
“It's like I told you Zephyr,” Xander’s voice lowered, his breath softened carrying a weight that twisted Zephyr's gut. “This world isn't for weaklings like you, it's for the strong. For people like me, like Ryke
