Chapter Twenty-Five
Zhi stared down into the waters off the pier. The small waves of blue lapped at the wooden structure as he stood watching the first ship of the new day sail out to sea. He’d been there when the last one had lifted its anchor. She hadn’t been on that one either.
He'd called the house when he’d left the club, but no she hadn’t come back. Neither Spin nor Lark was there. He’d walked the streets last night searching for her. She had been nowhere to be found.
He'd slid into her DMs, but she hadn't responded. He didn't have her actual phone number to call her, to talk to her. He needed to talk to her. He needed to tell her.
To tell her what exactly?
That he was in love with her? Was he in love with her? He wasn't sure? Was this pounding of his heart, this breathlessness,
