“Get away from him.” Zeke growled. Jon looked like he was unhinged. His hair was unkempt and greasy. His face was shiny with sweat and his eyes were wild, darting around like a rabid animal. “Let him go.” He repeated, hoping his voice didn’t shake.
It wasn’t like he was afraid, exactly. But he knew that Simon was probably freaking out. And he had promised, damnit!
His gaze flicked from Jon’s smug face to Simon’s pale one. Simon looked like he was a second away from passing out. His breath was coming fast and he was trembling. So badly that Zeke could see the tremors running through his body.
“Simon, babe…breathe, it’s OK.” He said. It wasn’t. It was a f****d up situation but he couldn’t handle with an unconscious Simon right now.
“Isn’t that sweet?” Jon sneered. “I’m sorry, sunshine,
