Alea stood quietly, gazing at the garden being landscaped by the workers Zeno had hired. There was a softness in her eyes—part joy, part sorrow. She was truly happy. Zeno had this garden made for her, and ever since he placed her in charge of managing the house and its budget, everything had felt more like home. Yet, every time she remembered her father's melancholic eyes, her heart sank. She loved Larry, but the memories of what he’d done were like old wounds that refused to fully heal.
Sadah walked up beside her. “Excuse me, Madam. Miss Indira is here to visit,” he said gently.
Alea didn’t look at him right away. “Who is she here for?”
“She wants to see Argon, Madam.”
Alea turned her gaze to him. “Sadah, do you understand who you're working for now? I need to know you’re really on my
