Two men sat opposite each other. Golden orbs and emerald ones stared at each other. For the first time in a while, the emotions in their eyes mirrored each other.
A bottle of alcohol rested between them, each holding a glass filled with the poisonous liquid. A heavy silence hung between them, neither willing to break it.
Kai looked at the man opposite him. For as long as he could remember he and Zander had a tacit understanding. The two rose from the ash and took back control at the same time.
Despite their different circumstances, each had an almost similar result. Kai was left with a power-crazed stepmother who wanted nothing more than to Kill him.
Zander was even worse. The man who 'saved' him from the fire was a manipulative bastard. He used Zander and misused him until any little emotion he might have had was wrung out of him.
