I sat down on the couch as Zack went over to the kitchen.
“Do you want anything to drink?” He called.
“Water, please.”
“Sure, just one sec.”
I took the time to peer around the room and check out the pictures. Above the mantel stood a large family picture. Zack was smiling wide with his brown hair gelled to the side, some rebellious strands falling onto the side of his face. His emerald eyes were shining and brimming with happiness. He looked so… precious. I knew that I would do anything in my power, which was a lot, to protect him. But from what I’ve learned about him so far, I don’t think he needs much protection. It’ll be interesting to find out more about my ‘weak’ and ‘innocent’ little mate.
Next to him stood a boy who looked to be in his early twenties. He was taller than Zack by
