Zephyr held his gaze on Ryker. The cool evening breeze brushed across his skin. More sirens blared in the distance. A few other cars were driving in.
Policemen rushed out of the cars. Storming over the accident scene. Lots of them were humans. Heavy fuss settled over the atmosphere.
The clouds rumbled as if a downpour of rain would begin any moment from now. Under the heavy activities, Zephyr's attention remained on Ryker.
It wasn't anger crawling through his veins. It was solace, a feeling that he no longer had anything to fear from Ryker. They'd done their worst. They'd rid him of everything he cared about. There's nothing more they could take from him.
The evening breeze blew hard, then Zephyr picked up sounds of footsteps approaching. “Excuse me sir,” A man wearing a police uniform
