He was grinning like an i***t.
She knew he was.
Dhara rolled her eyes as she tried to ignore Zayden’s annoyingly heavy presence in her home. He was hanging out in the drawing room with his other… people. She honestly didn’t know what they were to him. Were they friends? Co-workers? Relatives? Seeing how they always followed his demands like it were the end of the world, they looked more like his cult, and he their cult leader.
The mere thought made a strange sensation pass through her spine.
Anyway…
She tried to focus on her sister instead, the only person who mattered to her the most. She sat straighter than she already was, shifting on the edge of the wooden chair in Nina’s room.
“So, we need to talk,” she said to Nina, her sister, who had been sitting on the bed for what felt like
