Zaijan contracted his pupils, gazing at Rodney with intent. After staring at each other's eyes, it was he who broke the silence. "This is Aunt Hilda's birthday party. Stop making a scene, especially putting Fraine in an unlikely situation."
"I am not, and you don't have the right to lecture me," Rodney scowled at Zayn. He turned around and walked toward the hallway where Fraine headed to.
"Leave Fraine alone," Zaijan's tone is full of warnings.
Rodney turned his head at Zayn, and he glared at him and did not hide his displeasure toward his cousin. Even in such a situation, he remains calm as nothing has happened, and it's one thing he hates about the guy.
"I could take care of her myself! I can do what you cannot!"
Sharp glares flash through his eyes—Zaijan darkened his face. He lifted his right arm and reached for his necktie to fix it. It is his habit every time he is upset or mad at someone, and Rodney knew this very well.
