Zephyr stood still, eyes fixed on Jason's father who sat upright on the chair. His chest tightened under the defeaning silence that lingered in the dining room. Everyone seemed to be waiting for Jason's father to approve for Sylvia to leave, something that didn't seem necessary. Sylvia didn't want to stay. She has every right to leave on her free will.
“Alright,” Xander's voice tore through the silence. He exhaled a sharp breath, pressing his hands on the table as he forced himself to his feet. “I'd accompany them too,” He said to Jason's father. “You might not trust these two, but Jason and I are best friends. I won't let anyone hurt his beautiful mate,” he stretched the last sentence, voice trailing off as he steadied his gaze on Jason. “Isn't that right, Jason?”
Zephyr's chest burned,
