Holding a tray with a cup of warm tea and a plate with a few pieces of bread spread with butter, Ren entered the room. Zayden's figure immediately caught his attention.
After all, how could Zayden be in the room and Ren's attention not be directed toward him?
As usual, Zayden had caught his scent but decided not to spare him a glance. As petty as it might seem, he truly despised seeing Ren carry another person in his arms, even if it was a friend who had fainted. Like always, he blamed the demon blood running through his veins. It was the easiest way to dismiss his jealousy.
"When did you come?" Ren asked, setting the tray on the night table beside Yusha.
"Just a while ago," Zayden answered, still not looking Ren's way.
Ren's breathing grew heavier, clearly irritated.
"You have been here all this time?" Zayden asked, arms still folded.
"Yes."
