Huria needed to know what Zyair's intentions were towards her friend. She knew from the countless meetings they had in the last three months that he was a very upright man and Skyla always spoke highly of him.
Still, she had to ask him, she couldn't let Skyla get hurt.
So she waited until he emerged from her room, with his broad shoulders slumped and his eyes coated with this deep-seated bleakness. He sagged on the sofa in her living room opposite Lawrence while she brought him tea and sat down with Lawrence and faced him.
Both of them watched him in urgency as he tried to bring the emotional wreck under his hold. His hand gripped his hair as Zyair brushed them aside. Huria cleared her throat before talking to him.
"Mr Zyair!"
His sharp eyes flickered to her holding questions.
She gulped.
