Zariel's POVâTalia?â I called out, my voice cutting through the quiet air of the cafĂ©. She spun around, her sharp eyes locking onto mine, brows lifting in a mix of irritation and curiosity. âYou are ten minutes late!â She hissed, her gaze darting to the delicate wristwatch on her wrist. âWell, well, well,â I clapped slowly, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips as I slid into the seat across from her. âSeems like someone couldn't wait to see me,â My tone was light, teasing, but her eyes narrowed. She didn't look amused at all. âWhy did you call me here, Zariel?â She demanded. I leaned back, feigning nonchalance even though her patience was evident. âThis isnât a good way to talk to your brother-in-law,â I teased again, my smirk widening. She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.âCut the crap, Zariel. I donât have all day. What do you want?â I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the table, my gaze locking onto hers. âI want to help you,â I said, my voice dropping
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