Priya sat by a window, the breeze blowing by. This was the first time she had stepped outside in these two days. Brief flashes of her talks with Zarek came to mind as she sat there.
Logically, she knew that being angry wasn't fair. Over the last two days, her communication with Zarek had been a bit short and clipped, but he never lost patience with her.
Unfortunately, that made her feel like he was even more guilty on the inside, but at the same time… he had always been so lenient with her. Honestly, she couldn't remember a time he had ever gotten angry with her in the first place.
This didn't seem ridiculous. But she knew Zarek's temper well. It was very short, even with people she really hoped it wouldn't be short with, like her father.
But every time they met, it was practically like setting off some sort of fuse. They were practically like two alphas clashing for space on the mountain, and the other wouldn't give up until the other was down for the count.
