Zayden stood at the window, holding a glass of wine. He watched Ren and James through the pane, sitting on the bench as they talked. Minutes had stretched into what felt like hours, yet the conversation showed no signs of ending.
"Watching your ex and… current interest get along?" a familiar voice teased.
Zayden didn't look at him. His eyes flicked toward the training knights below, as if their presence could somehow prove Zion wrong.
"What nonsense, Zion? And why are you still here?"
"I wanted to see you one last time before leaving. I sent the knights to investigate," he answered, leaning against the wall, facing his friend.
"You can leave then."
"I will but… am I wrong, Zayden? You look… betrayed, seeing your old and new servant chatting like nothing ever happened. Like that Ren guy hadn't killed James' mate," Zion said, a sly grin tugging at his lips.
