The cracked window allowed a soft, chilled breeze to mingle with the curtains while Kyra’s iPod played a mixture of tunes through a set of small speakers. She lay on her bed alone, still trying to calm her nerves after three hours of settling down Zoey. Well, actually it had been one hour of settling down Zoey, and two hours of Zoey returning the favor. She’d never been so angry at someone in her life. Cale had been horrendous. And she hated to admit it, but his anger had been more frightening than she’d let on. Zoey saw through her, though, and somehow ended up siding with Cale. How was it the human was more understanding than she? Maybe she shouldn’t have taken off like that, with no real warning, but Cale had completely over reacted. Then again, maybe not. She had become so used to being independent, doing everything for herself, that it had never occurred to her someone might worry for her. She’d become complacent here on Earth. Comfortable among the humans, almost to the point of considering herself, to a certain extent, one of them.
