He was in a new fresh shirt that was black, and his hands were in his jeans while his hair fashioned back to its gorgeousness.
They all watched as he made each step until he took his seat on the couch , except Desdemona. She did not even glance at hik, knowing he was the one coming down the stairs.
He breathed in heavily, before staring in the distance.
They all wanted to speak, but no one knew who should go first.
"So... Will you tell us what is going on?"
Tama spoke at a speedy rate, fed up with the silence.
Demona just stared.
"Don't give me that look!"
Tama tried, to defend himself.
"Demona!" Aliya attempted to get him to talk.
"We have been here since last night! Uh..." She tried to say the next point, fortunately, Zebu helped her.
"We would have come to help but... We would never have expected any harm would come your way knowing... You know," he trailed off, "... your powerful status... and..."
