The attention doesn't bother Zack either. He has no sense of embarrassment in that way. All he wants is for the pain to stop, and he has to lean forward, bracing his hands on the table for stability.

Wait.

What?

"You fucking bastard!" he snarls as Karan - Death's Shadow - bids him a calm goodbye and strolls off, calm as you like. And your shadow too, mister smug-arsed shithead. Yeah, 'course he'd have walked away straight-off if he'd known who it was. But it's obvious now that Karan knows that and is a sneaky git.

Dimly, Zack hopes what he's just done isn't counted as fighting. Not because he gives a shite about being banned (not at this moment anyway) but because he may have let Alec down. He'll just pick up his chair, sit down and groan a bit, hoping the pain will subside now he's trying not to think. Or that now he's too mad to think.

He walked straight into that one. Though to be fair, it had walked into him first.