CHAPTER FIFTEEN : New Year
~Zella's POV~
The penthouse was very quiet.
Outside Paris was doing what Paris did on New Year's Eve, being dramatic about it, lights and noise and the particular energy of a city that took celebration seriously and had the architecture to match. Inside there was just the sound of Brynn's door and then nothing.
Evander was looking at the door.
I was looking at him looking at the door.
Neither of us spoke for a moment. Then he moved toward it and I followed without being asked, stopping at the doorframe while he knocked. Three times. Quiet, not demanding.
A pause. Then the door opened slightly. Brynn, still in her black dress, mascara telling a story her face was trying not to, looking at her father with the expression of someone who had cried a little and
