Zachary shook his head, sighing. “That person must be very special to make you change your mind like that. I'll stay, but only if all the guys from the main crew want me. I hate the idea of being the subject of disagreement, I'm not very popular as it is.”
“Don't worry. Ardan's close collaborators appreciate you very much, all of them. I wouldn't have risked the stability and cohesion of the crew if I wasn't sure of it.” Brennan smiled, his turquoise eyes bright and sincere.
“There's one more thing before I go back to my duties. I would like you to tell me the name of the person who made you change your mind. If it's not a secret, of course.” Zachary tentatively smiled, waiting for the other one's answer.
“Peyton. They are one of my closest, most trusted friends, and a great judge of character.” Brennan smile grew wider and brighter, his voice filled with brotherly affection.
With a small nod, Zachary left the office, his heart light as the image of the sweet person everyone cared about appeared before his eyes. The man suspected that the fragile, delicate frame was hiding a brave heart and an enormous strength. Definitely, he thought, Peyton was more than met the eye, one of those characters forged by fire, someone who surpassed all the trials and obstacles, becoming unbreakable.
The day passed uneventfully, and the evening came before Zachary knew it. After presenting a complete report of his activity to Lothier, his direct superior, he was about to head to the guards' dorms, when he noticed the agitation in front of the administrative building. Curiosity got the best of the man, and he got closer, only to freeze on the spot. In the middle of the crowd, almost suffocated by their hugs, was him.
The man who took everything from Zev was standing there, a few feet away, the same melancholic, but oh so traitorous smile on his tempting lips.