C87 Running Away

DESTINY

"I need answers, James," I said, my voice steady, though I could feel the tremor of anger coursing through me. I glimpsed that fury mirrored in his stormy eyes, causing my insides to quiver.

James raked his fingers through his unruly hair, strands cascading over his face, partially obscuring my view of him. With a sigh, he muttered, "Well..." The sound of his exhalation hung in the air