Zheme's vengeful eyes had watched as Lexie entered Mark's open arms, they had watched with envy, anger and a firm grudge when she had leaned back to kiss his flustered cheeks and they had also watched as she waved happily as he stepped outside.

It wasn't just a goodbye, to him it was something more and though he was curious, he didn't want to know what word would be fit to describe their passionate exchange.

Sighing, he turned away from the door, turning his back to Lexie who's eyes now watched him with curiosity. "Why were you glaring at me at dinner?"

Without answering, Zheme walked away, his steps taking...