"I can't believe you just left," Davin yelled.
"I wanted to help," I told him.
He scoffed. "Help." He turned from me running his hand through his chestnut hair. "You could have been hurt," he said.
"But I wasn't," I said. "And it's not like I went alone, I had Jack," I pointed out. He huffed, as his eyes darted from me to Jack. He narrowed his eyes and I could see that he was getting ready to start yelling again.
"As fun as it is to see you yelling at the kid, can we get to the point of this meeting," Malek said drawing the attention of everyone in the room. He was standing in the corner of the room, his arms folded over his chest as he leant against the wall. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a maroon dress shirt. His red eyes landed on me for a second and I could still see the nervous glint that had sparked brightly throughout his conversation with his brother. It was dulled now, but I knew he was still antsy.