She yanked the door open to find Fairuza standing there, grinning from ear to ear and clutching a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Sorry I’m a little late,” Fairuza beamed. “Wine and gossip time?”
“Wine and gossip,” Zoriana muttered, stepping aside. Maybe a drink and a distraction were exactly what she needed.
For a second, Fairuza paused in her tracks, catching a lingering scent of mountain air and dark chocolate. She almost frowned, but quickly dismissed it. It was probably just her imagination playing tricks on her. There was no way he could have been here.
Fairuza passed a filled wine glass to Zoriana and made herself comfortable in the armchair. Zoriana sat opposite her on the couch and took a sip. The wine was excellent; Fairuza clearly had sophisticated taste.
“So, what’s going
