Locks only keep out the people who don't love you.
Draxus was at high speed but before stopping, he let go of Zane.
The bodyguard stopped easily in front of his lady but the gutterborn didn't have such luxury.
He wasn't able to stop, he didn't even know he should stop.
He only saw something brown in his way.
He destroyed it. Not by choice.
He flew for more seconds until a sofa came in his way and stopped his flight.
Though, the sofa also moved a few meters back but Zane laid on it like a dead body resting.
The people standing outside, their eyes stared at the broken door with their mouths agape.
They slowly turned their heads towards Xavier and the first Ashbearer, with a blank face, only said:
"Make yourself at home, I guess."
SMACK!
Someone got hit.
They looked.
It was Draxus.
Hena slapped him on the back of his head.
"Why were you in so hurry? He would have died."
Draxus bowed.
"Forgive me. But I was worried about you. And he himself told me to run."
