Chapter 93: as long as it's not him

Zayne's viewpoint

I checked the time for the umpteenth time. It was getting late and he was yet to return. I brought my hand to my pendant and fiddled with it, starting to get worried. He wasn't the best with punctuality but he was never this late. What happened?

I ran my fingertip on the side of my phone, fighting the urge to dial his number. Not yet. Instead, I unlocked it and dialed Zachary's number. The phone rang a bit before he picked up. The sound of a video game boomed from the background. "Brother,"

"Are you playing games?"

He snorted. "Zyaire moved himself into my room,"

"Ah," I looked around as if I could hear something. "What are you doing?"

"Keeping an eye on Dad,"

I sighed with relief. "Is he alright? That's why I called,"

"He's more than alright. The deal is just taking more time than he planned,"

"I still can't believe he agreed to go undercover for this. If Mom finds out he put himself in danger again, she's going to be angry for months," Zyaire piped in, completely u