Zanthus' anger was steady.
He wore it like a second skin as we walked back to his cabin. His nails elongated, digging into my arm and drawing blood as we walked. It hurt, and I was wincing the whole time, but I wasn't stupid enough to complain to him. That would've been adding fuel to his fire of fury.
Once we reached his cabin, he threw the door open. It smacked loudly against the wall, and the doorknob put a large hole in it; reflecting the lividness that Zanthus was carrying - as if his reddened face didn't prove it enough already.
I stumbled as Zanthus forcefully pushed me inside by the small of my back, letting go of my arm. He wasted no time in slamming the door shut behind him.
And I stood there, still as a stone as I waited for him to say something. Do something. Anything. I co
