NIINI'S POV
I sensed that something was wrong as soon as I entered the Grayson estate. The atmosphere was overly charged, burdened with undisclosed truths. The chandeliers glimmered like a taunt to tranquility, and the grins of the wealthy ricocheted from reflection to reflection, delicate as tissue and doubly insincere. I never appreciated this world being overly polished, overly rehearsed. However, Cleff had insisted that I attend. He mentioned that I should witness it myself.
I didn’t inform him that I had already done so.
From the corridor, I observed Leena sitting rigidly on the edge of a velvet couch. She appeared like porcelain, too perfect, too delicate. Her hands were grasped tightly in her lap, and her eyes were filled with distress. Facing her was Zack, radiating the arroga
