BOTH THEIR HEADS TURNED TOWARDS THE EXIT. There stood Gabriel, blocking their way out. Just fucking great. His eyes angry, his stance angry and frigid. It was safe to say, he looked pissed. So pissed in fact his knuckles turned white.
Grayson finally let go of Noah's fist, dropping it for him to instantly pop it back in it's socket. "Father, how lovely to see your precious face again." Noah mocked, his voice calm and collected, as if he didn't notice Gabriel's nose flaring and threatening growls emitting from his throat.
At this point Grayson didn't really know what to do, he know there were probably were going to fight, but he didn't want to, not again. Noah on the other hand seemed unfazed by him, as he dusted himself off, pretending his father didn't exist, like he wasn't even there at all.
