Grace - POV
“Let’s get out of here before anyone notices us,” Zane said, his voice low and urgent. Without another word, we left the crowded neighborhood restaurant. Zane drove us to a quiet, upscale location in the suburbs. The moment we stepped into the lavish restaurant, the tension in my shoulders eased.
“Finally, a place worthy of a meal,” Zane muttered as he slid into his seat.
I took a sip of wine, my thoughts still restless. “I just hope the imposters didn’t see us leave. I don’t want them following us here, too.”
Zane leaned back, confident. “They didn’t. I’ve been using my magic to keep tabs—no one’s tracking us. Now, what were you saying earlier?”
I took a breath, preparing to tell him. Talking about my problems wasn’t something I did easily. I usually faced them head-on, a
