The door of the Spires villa closed. In the entrance hall, the silence that settled was heavy.
Zayela stood planted in the middle of the room, giving a judging look at Nash. On the floor, the ice cream she had just dropped was finishing melting on the immaculate tiles, creating a small milky puddle.
She superbly ignored the presence of Victoria, Dahlia, Aiko, and the nine other players filling the room. Her hands came to rest on her shapely hips.
"Yo…?" Zayela repeated. "That's all you have to say, Nash? You go play a Breakball match and come back home with a fucking congregation? What the hell is this?"
Nash scratched the back of his neck.
"That's a long story," he answered in a flat voice. "They're staying here for a while. We're going to have to share the layout."
