Zane~
This morning had been nothing short of a wild emotional ride. From the moment I woke up, everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of unraveling. Natalie still had a death grip on her handbag, clutching it like some invisible thief was about to snatch it from her. Honestly, it looked ridiculous—but I didn't say a word. I trusted her. Whatever she was hiding in there, I knew she'd tell me when the time was right. Natalie didn't play games, not with me.
So, I let it go and focused on the real issue staring us in the face.
She finally peeled her attention away from the bag and locked eyes with me—those sharp, fiery eyes of hers burning with expectation and barely contained rage.
"So what now?" she asked, her voice tight but steady like a blade being held to someone's throat. "You stopped me from teleporting into Darius's territory and ripping his damn throat out. Fine. But what are you going to do now, Zane? What's the plan?"
