Zeno had never felt this frustrated or cared this much about someone who was just a friend. Putting himself first and seeking his own gain was something Zeno did all the time. However, when he saw Riki, for some reason he became very worried. And his worries were justified because of their argument last night.
Perhaps because Riki had grown up with many problems in his life, he had become mentally weak. How could he not immediately kill the people who had harmed his family? How long would he need to do that?
Zeno sighed heavily for the umpteenth time that morning.
Then he glanced at the digital clock on the small table in front of him.
It was already seven in the morning, which meant that Riki had kicked Zeno out of the kitchen about half an hour ago. He had only given Zeno a cup of hot latte to enjoy in the living room.
"Aslan and mom should be here by now, right?" he muttered again.
