They both were standing in front of Ryan's unconscious body. They were confused, scared about how the marks healed on themselves.
"What do you think must have happened?" Devon asked.
"I am confused as you are. I don't know."
"I can't believe you tried killing him."
"I told you, he stole my items. They had a mark of being mine!" He raised his voice. Devon looked down then raised his eyes at Ryan.
'Why? Was it deliberate?' Devon wondered looking at Ryan.
"Check him. Frisk him, inspect his body." Devon ordered, he turned around.
He could not bring himself to believe his friend did something like this. The work of a thief. He placed his hand over his forehead and waited for Brandon.
"Nothing," he reported.
Devon turned around, "Check his bag then, check everything unless you find your items."
"I will make it quick," Brandon walked out of the seats and stood in the aisle.
"Do you feel the bond?" Devon asked.
