Zayde's Point of View
The only source of light in my office comes from the fire crackling in the fireplace. I sit at the edge of my desk, nursing a half empty bottle of whiskey as I stare out the window at the storm in the distance. A storm that matches the chaos churning inside of me.
My office door creaks open and Jason steps in without knocking. He sees the bottle and grabs a second glass off the shelf. He switches the lamp on my desk on, and, without asking, he pours himself a class as well before he sits down across from me.
I don't know for how long we were sitting there drinking in silence before Jason speaks.
"You really think she turned?"
He asks quietly. I glance at him and shrug.
"She ran with their leader. And no one has heard a word from her since..."
I say flatly, ta
