Shadows Beneath the Crowded Street
At this moment, in the restaurant opposite Whitelist Restaurant, Vita Zain's anger burned like oil fed into flame.
The rage inside him refused to settle. It churned, hot and restless, clawing at his chest the more he replayed the scene in his head.
Harry Taylor's calm face.
Cavir Walton's silent backing.
And worst of all—the way those people had looked at him.
As if he were nothing.
Vita stayed rigid in his seat, teeth clenched hard. From somewhere beyond the hum of chatter came muffled tunes - light laughs, dishes tapping, a soft chuckle by the drinks counter. Everyday noise. Life just passing.
Funny how things seemed to laugh at him instead.
Frozen by each repeat of that moment, air thinned inside his chest.
Fingers closed slowly on the glass of wine
Crack.
