The man turned around upon hearing Ziana's voice but didn't release his grip on Zayden's collar. A frown appeared on his face as his eyes scanned the average-looking girl up and down. She was dressed in a plain sweater, blue ripped shorts, and carried a small backpack. Did she mistake this place for her tuition academy?
"Have you developed a liking for slaps?" Ziana joked as Zayden looked miserable under the man's grasp. "You seem to attract them for free," she cackled, only to receive a glare from him.
Why was Ziana even here? He didn't have time to discuss it and argue with her.
He was in a greater mess and his mother was certainly right. He was constantly meddling in human affairs, and that was ridiculous.
"Oh, you can try something different this time."
"A punch maybe?" She mumbled and with a lazy grin, added, "Trust me your nose will get a free makeover."
