Cordelia blushed red and struggled away from Zephyr’s hold to run into the room while he was distracted.

Robert sucked in a cold breath, but it was already too late to run.

Zephyr’s glower was so dark that it could drip ink.

He walked briskly to the door and pulled the metal bolt open with a clank. His eyes felt like ice as they gave Robert a death glare.

The corners of Robert’s lips twitched as he plastered on a smile, his heart almost leaping out of his throat.

“What is it?” Zephyr spat coldly.

Robert had completely forgotten what he wanted to say and stared at the man dumbly.

The few seconds of silence felt as long as centuries.

Cordelia then heard someone’s deafening growl from where she was in the room. “Robert Davis…”

Helen was picking vegetables and hurried out of the kitchen, shocked by the noise.

“What happened to Mr. Zephyr?”

Cordelia sat on the couch with a secret giggle.

did Robert do this time?” Helen sighed, shook her head, and turned back to the kitchen, talking to herself, “It

and snaked in between the men.

tense face finally cracked a little. He glared at Robert. “You’re worse than a

car knew that it must not disturb him from

apologetically, drenched in a

his mind, and he recalled why he was there, so he quickly pulled an old phone out of his pocket. It was the one they had found in

data in the phone’s recovered.

chat history between Phil and

etched, with her fists clenched as she shook

That she’s nothing

turned to ask Robert,

and forth, so it shows up as a tangled mess on the GPS. It’s not easy

this!” Cordelia suddenly

phone gallery, and the

compared the phone to their living room. “Zephyr, it’s this place. He’s been snapping photos here

the painting on the wall

in

was a cabinet under the painting that was locked. Placed in there were the jewelry Zephyr had given her and what her mother had

she found it wrong. Her heart thumped hard. “Zephyr,

don’t think he does,” answered Zephyr. “But he wants to. That’s

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