I huff in frustration before I see Zayden raise his hand like an eager child in class. I furrow my brows at him and nod. “Can I help you, angel?” “That would be great, why did you raise your hand, though?” I ask as he walks around Jim. “I didn’t want to interrupt your fun.” I can’t help but laugh at that. God, he’s fucked up, isn’t he? Like really fucked up. Why am I liking him more and more by the minute, though?
