"Where are you, Alfie?!" Zane called again, his voice cracking as he dashed toward the staircase. I followed closely behind, but the house remained eerily empty. No footsteps. No sound. Not even a servant to question.
Silas' POV~
"Then I'll look for him myself!" Zane yelled furiously, his voice cutting through the roar of the storm. Without wasting another second, he flung the car door open and stepped out, the rain pelting down on him mercilessly. He didn't hesitate, didn't even glance back, as he began striding off into the downpour.
"Okay, Zane, I'm sorry! I was only joking, alright?" I called after him quickly, my voice raised to compete with the thunder that cracked above us. I shoved my door open and jumped out as well, immediately breaking into a run to catch up with him. The cold rain slapped against my skin, but I ignored it. He didn't stop walking. "I said I'm sorry! Let's just go back to the car, please. I don't want you to catch a cold."
