"Where did it go then?"
Rai's voice sliced through the heavy, stagnant quiet of the bedroom. It was sharp, jagged, and laced with a sudden, rising panic. He was being deeply defensive, but underneath that fragile armor, hot layer of anger was beginning to take hold.
He stood dead center in the room, his knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white where they violently gripped the stiff canvas fabric of his bag.
His eyes were wide, burning with a volatile mix of frustrated curiosity and a deep-seated nervousness as he glared directly at Zade.
He wanted answers, but more than that, he wanted a target for the sudden, suffocating anxiety building in his chest.
"Hey, you lost it and now you're trying to blame it on me?" Zade didn't back down an inch. He crossed the bedroom with slow, deliberate strides, closing the distance until he stopped right in front of Rai, invading his personal space.
