“I will wait for you, Zaia. Take as much time as you need. I’m not going anywhere.” I open my mouth to tell him I am not looking to move on when he places a finger on my lips and shakes his head. “Don’t reject me now… I said I’ll wait… because I am ready to, whether that’s weeks… months… or even y
I tug at the door, and it pulls open. Not locked? My heart skips a beat. Who was so careless as to leave it unlocked! Especially when we have so many guests around. Even if it’s just a public hall, the staff needs to be more careful. I will mention it to the head organiser tomorrow. Shaking my h
SEBASTIAN. From the moment she stepped into the hall, she took my breath away. She looked as beautiful as ever, Zaia was always the one that stood out. Even back when other girls fawned over me, she was in her own world, planning her dreams and talking about her ambitions but even then, she won th
SEBASTIAN. Both women turn to me, relief flooding Annalise’s face whilst Zaia’s anger fades a little. Her face paling and her chest rising and falling rapidly before she looks down at Annalise. “I…I didn’t push her, she fell herself!” she says. My heart squeezes as I look at her, tilting my head.
No. I don’t believe it. She tries to pull free, but I refuse to let her go. “Look me in the eye and say that again.” I whisper. Her eyes flash as she glares up at me. “This child is not yours.” This time she doesn’t bat an eyelid as she holds my gaze and with those words, it feels as if somethin
ZAIA. The entire ride home, I’m dead silent. I don’t know what to make of it. Everything that happened has hit me like a tonne of bricks. Atticus knew who I was… I knew I should have changed my first name! I should have worn contacts or changed my hair colour! We were too careless. Goddess, I’m s
When do things get better? “Just get some rest. Things will be back to normal tomorrow,” he says, as our eyes meet. I look up at him and although a part of me wants to believe that, my mind says there are too many red flags. From here on out, I need to be smart going forward. “Good night Atticus
“Where are we going?” Mom asks. She can tell how certain I am. “Where else but to claim what’s rightfully mine…” “Sebastian?” Mom asks, stunned. I tilt my head as I sit down on the bed and shake my head. “No Mom, we are going to the Crystal Shadow Pack.” Her eyes fly open, and she places a hand