Zion approached me with his calm facade, as if he could smooth over anything with just a few soft words.

"Come with me, Aliyah," he said softly.

I didn't bother to look him in the eye. Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest and scoffed. 

"No," I replied flatly, staring off into the distance.

He sighed, his frustration barely visible. "We need to talk."

I raised an eyebrow, refusing to make this easy for him.

"About what, Zion?" 

"Everything that ...