CHAPTER 62: THE COFFEE SHOP

Naya’s P.O.V

Talon gave me a stern look. I was sitting on the bed. I knew that all I had to expect was the worse.

“How could you do this, Naya? Why did you have to make this room a mess?” he yelled.

“Don’t ask me such questions,” I said plainly. I could sense his anger, but I didn’t care about how he was feeling.

“Can you even listen to yourself? You made the room a mess and when I asked why you did it, all you can say is that I shouldn’t ask such questions. What is your problem? Tell me!” he barked.

“Do not shout at me, Talon. I’m not the main reason for your anger. Sort out whatever is bothering you and leave me out of the mess you created with your own hands,” I fired back.

“There’s no greater mess than the one you’ve created in this room. And, to think it has anything to do with me is really out of point. You’ve made a mess here. I didn’t expect this from you!” he yelled.

I looked up at him, anger etched on my face.

"What's going on, Talon? Why are you yelling?" I asked.

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