THIRD PERSON'S POV
Jamal swerved up the drive of the Orlandos' residence, hitting the brakes furiously and turning off the ignition. With a loud slam, he alighted the car, hurrying to the front porch. He rang the doorbell like crazy, almost kicking open the door when the response took later than expected.
His clenched fist pounced repeatedly on the door, wishing nothing but to break down the damn thing.
*f**k it, Zoey. Where the hell are you?!* He sent her a mind-link, still hitting on the door.
"Son?"
He stilled and slowly turned around. A low hiss smoothly slid out of his lips. It was the most unpleasant surprise.
"What are you doing here?" Luther continued, joining him on the front porch and glancing at the door.
"It's none of your f*****g business." Jamal snorted, retrieving hi
