Zephyr held Catherine in his embrace tighter, not letting go of her, even when slowly, his instincts were telling him that he needed to leave her, to let her go. He knew she was saved, and he saved her from the near death experience, but his heard wasn’t calming down. He wasn’t in control of himself at that moment. He didn’t know he felt so much emotions.
Zephyr had always been the brother out of the triplets who was most nonchalant, quiet, angry but controlled, and even scary to be in his presence because he didn’t care about things and he never felt the slightest about things, whether bad or good, and would not care if someone was bullied right in front of him. If anything, he would walk past like they were insects that were in his face. So, for him to feel so much fear from the moment
