Fuming with inexplicable wrath, I stormed inside our room and saw Zariah was asleep with her head resting on the table.

She was exhausted and seeing her made me infuriated.

Growling, I grabbed her jaws, making her eyes flutter open, making her look into my disturbed eyes.

"By destroying my sleep, you are enjoying a lull, huh?" I taunted, forcing her to stand, to meet my eyes which were dolorous.

“Why didn’t you shoot!?” I yelled, making her flinch in dread.

“I couldn’t…” She replied sincerely.

But it was becoming hard for me to trust her.

"Nathaniel." She whispered, swallowing hard, tensed by my action.

"Why does it even matter?"...