Zade
“I guess they didn’t have anything bigger?” Sapphire muses, her gaze sweeping up the grandeur of the Vitalo estate. She’s wearing a straight face, but there’s humor dancing in her eyes.
I give a light-hearted shrug, “We make do.”
Her laughter peals out, clear and bright. There’s no hoarseness left in her voice, and the bruising around her neck is gone now too. It’s higher-pitched than usual, though. She’s nervous—not an affliction Sapphire seems to suffer from often.
The front door opens, and Damon steps outside. He waits for us at the top of the wide stone porch as we climb the steps.
As we reach him, he greets me with claps to my back and then pulls Sapphire into a too-long embrace.
“Nervous?” he inquires with a hint of mischief, releasing Sapphire just before the urge to slug
