The air was thick. Too thick, twisting a steel deep into Zephyr’s guts. Anthony was here. But if he was, then where was Sylvia?
Zephyr looked past the boy to the entrance door. There was no sign of her, no scent except Anthony’s and the merciless emotions that hovered around him.
Anthony’s eyes were hard, fingers curled into fists. It wasn't anger or vengeance. They were past that. It was something else. Instinct of his willingness to reveal the truth without any regrets, no matter the costs.
A lump formed in Zephyr’s throat. He swallowed it in, pulse thundering in his ears as he stared at the hard, merciless lines carved into the boy's eyes.
“Anthony,” Dwayne's voice cut through the tension. “Son, what are you doing here? You should go back to your room.”
His room? Zephyr's pulse s
