Before she could speak, Zane grabbed Nathan's arm. His grip was surprisingly strong, his fingers digging into Nathan's jacket.
"Let's go," Zane said firmly. He didn't look at Marie or David. He literally pulled Nathan toward the stairs to his room.
"Zane, I'm not finished yet!" Marie shouted after them.
Zane didn't stop. He dragged Nathan around the corner and shoved him into the room, slamming the heavy doors shut behind them.
Zane leaned back against the door, closing his eyes, his breathing shallow. "Sorry."
Nathan straightened his jacket, his anger cooling into sharp curiosity. "Why? You did nothing wrong."
Nathan realized that Zane's relationship with his mother and brother wasn't very good.
"Are they your mother and brother?" Nathan asked.
Zane shook his head. "No. I don't have a mother. David is that woman's son."
