Abijah P.O.V
Tank agrees to at least wrap a towel around him before we leave the office. Thank God! I don't want people staring at him. We are walking to the elevator and nearing the Beta's room. Tank tenses up and mean-mugs the door to room #9. The two massive guards greeted us respectfully. We nod to them both. But Tank still stares angrily at the door. And he doesn't move. I whisper, "What's wrong?" He growls low yet, maliciously. "I want to kill that damn Beta!" Oh, damn! And as much as I want that too... "Tank, let's just go to lunch. I'm actually starving because I skipped breakfast." I admit shyly as my stomach embarrasses me and grumbles loudly.
