" Sir '' Jeptha called snapping Davian out of his imagination, he looked down to see Alora running away and the guy who saved her looked up, his hands digging the depth of his pockets..
Davian recognized him... He could recognize him anywhere.
The darn bastard who contributed to his seven years in prison.
Diego.
Diego's lip stretched at the corner as he looked up at Davian and he lifted up his right hand to give a gentle wave.
Davians fist tightened even more as he watched Diego turn around and walk away.
"Sir.. Your bleeding" Jeptha alerted him again and Davian took his gaze to his knuckles, his nails had dug a hole through his palm and his knuckles bursted from pressurized squeezing.
He walked away from the door towards his table and he sat heavily on his chair, slipping his body
