Zephyr shifted uncomfortably, fingers curling at his sides.
It's almost been forever since he last saw Ryker, and over the past few months he'd almost forgotten the man existed, but spotting him now not only unsettled him, it shook him to the core.
Months back he would've been a bit more predictable, but it's been so long. A lot of time had passed. Time which Ryker could spend, plotting, devising many ways to ruin him.
No more. Zephyr said to himself. His blood boiled inside, every insult he'd received from Ryker rushing to the surface.
Zephyr’s heart clenched, holding Ryker's steady gaze for a few seconds. But that was until a baritone voice cut through the air, sharp, along with heavy strides.
“Zephyr,” Aiden approached quickly. He halted in front of him, eyes etched with urgency. “
