"Mercy? What's she doing here?" Zara muttered to herself, eyeing the figure in the distance.
A man wrapped his arm around her waist from behind, following her gaze. He was instantly captivated by the graceful figure under the grape arbor across the lake.
"Is she someone you know, Zara?" he whispered, leaning closer to her ear, his warm breath brushing against it.
He was pleased to feel her waist soften under his touch.
Zara's eyes glazed over for a moment, nearly losing her composure. But she couldn't let that happen. If Mercy was here, Dexter must be too. She had to get to Dexter first.
With that thought, Zara straightened up, cleared her throat and spoke with disdain, "That's my sister, adopted by my parents from a rural orphanage. Instead of learning good manners, she found herself
