Cleaning blood from the floor wasn’t something the club thought they’d have to do. Zeder had dug his nails in deep. Harry could see the drift between Zander and Blu, the pain in their eyes when they were in the same room.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite boy band,” Zeder said walking into the club observing the destruction.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Blu stood aggravated and on edge.
“I came to get the rundown of what happened?” Blu arched an eyebrow
“I have some friend at the station, they can brush this under the run for me,” he sat on the barstool as Blu placed a glass of water, another thing Zeder noticed was the dark circles under Blu’s eyes.
“Blurgrad are you sleeping?” shocked but the question he just stared at the countertop shaking his head no.
“Has this scared you?”
