Shrugging her shoulders, she slouched on the sofa. "Alright, I'll shut up."
I removed my suit jacket and flung it over the head of the sofa. Sighing, I loosened my tie and crossed a leg over the other. Feet falls bounced off the walls of the hallway, and it got louder as soon as Gabrielle entered the living room.
We all stood up from our seats, our eyes all fixed on her, all brimming with an expectancy of hope. She dragged her feet and sat next to Zara.
"How's Vera?" I asked, curiosity evident in my tone.
Gabrielle sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. "She's fine. She just needs to rest."
We all let out sighs of relieve and sat back.
"That bastard sucked out all her Zitu." She rolled her wrists. "It'll take time for her to return to her full self. When she gets better, I'm going
