"I'll come back with something you need to answer all your questions," Zoa said then stood up from her seat.
Lucas. The man just stared at Zoa's departure with a straight look then turned him to the empty ceiling of his room, as if researching something there but not really. His sigh could be heard throughout this soundproof room, the pitch-black irises were still scrutinizing up there in a reclining sitting position.
