Chapter 41: Quest For Answers

• "Stop pacing. You're disturbing me." Sarah complained weakly as she gloomily twisted the spoon through her chocolate ice cream, her downcasted eyes watching Jason's feet pace along the floor back and forth.
• He shifted his eyes to her and snatched the ice cream bowl from her hands with a scornful look on his face. "You're the one who's disturbing me. Why the hell are you playing with something as delicious as ice cream."
• "It doesn't taste that good." She said simply, reclining in her seat lazily. She didn't feel like watching him pace every second and she didn't feel like listening to him talk either. Ice-cream was the least of her problems.