Alastair
My feet moved one in front of the other, as my pacing increased, Warren was in a corner sharpening a knife and the casual noise it was making was adding to the thoughts in my head.
“Nyala is behaving like a problem” I said and Warren grunted in approval, my pacing didn’t stop and I continue, my hands rubbing into each other as my thoughts crumbled on top of each other.
Who did she think she was? And who gave her the right to think she had the power to run away from us, to call us monsters? A mere mortal?
“And she doesn’t know what she is playing with” I said.
“Or whom” Warren said and it was my turn to grunt.
“I think this is actually our faults” Warren added and for the first time I stopped pacing and gave him a look.
“What do you mean by that? Nyala is a f*****g brat,
