Zephyr stood still, staring straight into Jason’s eyes. The air was heavy with tension, the weight pressing into him from all ends.
“I see what you’re doing,” Jason said in a grievous voice. “You are trying to push me away, but that’s not going to work.” He hesitated. “You can pretend that you are fine, but you and I know that you’re not. You're not here for my sister. You came here because you want to talk to someone. It’s either Sylvia or me. You know it’s the truth.”
Zephyr’s eyes stung. He felt a tingle in his fists, a deep urge to strike Jason in the face but he didn’t move a finger. He couldn’t give in to violence, not when he was in another man’s house.
“I know you’re thinking,” Jason’s voice lowered, breathy. “You are thinking of all the ways you can get back at me for claimin
