Zeke was getting ready for bed, his movements jerky and aggressive. His face showed an unemotional mask, even though inside he was seething with emotion. He tied white silk around his waist as usual and slipped under the sheets.

"Where have you been?" he asked sharply as soon as he heard the sound of the door opening. "You were supposed to be there before 3 p.m., it's 10 p.m."