"Why should I apologise to that bitch?" Rafael's voice dropped dangerously low, obviously finding the whole suggestion ludicrous.
His teeth bared and his posture was ready to punch the life of the bark of the innocent tree on the sidewalk! His fiery blonde eyes were ready to contest his strength with that of a machine that could beat the nourishing tree into a pulp!
But Frederick dismissed the whole affair with a roll of his eyes. He simply could not understand why this friend of his had become so full of rage.
What was it about the Bloodsworth that warranted him to feel this way? Was there something of the Bloodsworth that he knew nothing about? That he should know?
But he did not want to venture that way yet. He feared the man would give him answers that he had not mentally prepared for.
Instead, he chose to address an important matter that violated his personal space. Yes! That's right!
