Chapter Thirty-FourBy the time I awoke, both Zantry and Mwara were up. From the steam and scent of shampoo in the bathroom, one had showered too. Zantry, I deduced, noticing the damp shaving kit inside a coffee mug left beside the sink.
I washed and dressed, and found him standing by the kitchen divider, dressed in dark gray slacks and a crisp white shirt, sipping tea from one of Vicky's coffee mugs, this one saying “I love coffee, so I left my boyfriend”.
He looked up from his tablet when I moved in, silky hair loose about his shoulders, and I was drawn, and a little lost, in the lapis blue of his eyes. I looked away first, found Frizz on his usual spot in the kitchen, a big, bloody T-bone steak in front of him. Mwara occupied the high chair next to his, playing on her smartphone again,
