Next Destination

After leaving Laysa, they started their journey for their next destination to find a way out of this predicament.

On their way, Zephyr's eyes fell on Owen accompanied by a dark smirk.

So much happened that he failed to talk to him, he left and considering it his chance, he came to him.

"Hmm?" Owen arched an eyebrow at him.

"So, you liked my mother huh?"

He teased him only in way that indirectly said- 'My father got her but you can't despite the connection,'

"I am not comfortable at how casually you are speaking about my feelings, Zephyr,"

Narrowing his eyes, he moved back, giving him a weird look at the mocking smirk.

Zephyr chuckled faintly, waving his hand in the air to shrug it off and continued. 

"I am intrigued. Was it your generational connection or your own feelings, Owen."

"Who knows?"

"Okay, let's rest for now," Khaleed called.

"Your bones are rusted, ours aren't, Khaleed," Zephyr smirked.