As they ate, Zayden's gaze didn't leave Ren for a moment. Because of Enzo's condition, they'd barely had the time to see each other, let alone share a meal. Though part of him was relieved, the situation allowing him to avoid the lingering awkwardness between them, Ren never truly left his mind—always there, haunting him like a hunter holding a bow.
Eiran had left the dining hall as soon as he finished his meal. Ever since, silence lingered between them—heavy, almost suffocating.
Zayden knew Ren wasn't the kind to make conversation. However, he believed that had begun to change lately—until the day Enzo's bond was severed. Since then, Ren had returned to his usual quiet self, averting his gaze before they even made eye contact.
His mind was clouded with questions Zayden couldn't bring himself to voice.
