Forty-Seven

Zyrielle's POV.

"That was nothing, I just didn't like the way that man behaved, that's nothing serious now is it?" He inquired as soon as we walked in the corridor.

"You don't say. I've known this man for quite some time, so take my words for it when I say that he's one of the best..."

"Not the best, yeah, I understand." Rain interrupted me, confusing me totally. I would never have imagined that he would say such.

"Do you have a problem with him? I mean... You can let me know so that I know what to do. Your behavior is quite unnecessary and..." I also trailed off controlling my temper from flying around. He was making my head spin with the nonsense decisions that he was taking. "I have waited to have a clear diagnosis about my condition. If you don't think that he is capable enough, why don't you just let me know?" I snapped.

His eyes darkened for a minute and I suddenly felt remorseful about the way I had spoken to him. I was sure that he probably had a reason for acting this way