AMORA’S POV;
The silence after he left was as heavy as the confusion swirling in my mind. Zale. The name echoed in the empty room, bouncing off the luxurious walls like a secret whispered into a void. I sat there, frozen, my heart still pounding from the intensity of the conversation. Nothing made sense, and yet, in a strange way, everything seemed to shift.
I wasn't sure what I had expected when I asked for his name, but the word felt like it carried a weight far beyond what I could comprehend. Zale. It wasn’t just a name; it felt like a key to something—something vast and complex, hidden beneath the surface.
But I wasn’t ready for whatever door it unlocked. Not yet.
The exhaustion settled in, tugging at me, pulling me toward the bed. I could still smell him—vanilla and lemon, a scent
