The rift sealed behind him with a soft hiss, and Zakar felt the strange silence of the rooms hit him. His boots clicked against polished obsidian floors, the faint glow of runes tracing themselves along the walls. The air smelled faintly of ash and something sharp, but he didn't have time to think about weather.
He walked into his new room. It was exactly just as it was in their previous room. There was only a slight difference. There was now a small object on every bed. Zakar shifted his gaze and his eyes scanned the corners, adjusting quickly. Then he saw him.
Justin.
He sat curled against the far wall, knees hugged to his chest. His hair was in a real mess, his skin pale, and the arrogance that had once radiated from him was gone. He didn't even put on his proud grin. That was replaced with a tainted look. What Zakar saw now wasn't defiance. It was fear. Pure, shivering fear.
