The night at the gala seemed to Sophia to be just an overture for something much darker. Zayna's incisive stare couldn't fail to send a shiver down her spine, the continuous echo of lives that were anything but uncomplicated. She had hoped that since she had spoken with Victor and things had started to thaw between them, it could begin to be better. Zayna standing there at the very core of the glittering function shook and resurfaced all her old fears.
The ride home from the gala was silent, too silent. Victor sat beside her in the backseat of the sleek black car, his eyes focused out the window. He didn't seem to notice her tension, or if he did, he didn't mention it. Sophia, on the other hand, was replaying every moment of the evening in her mind, searching for signs-clues-that Zayna wa
