Zara, where are you? Are you driving?" Zavier's voice came through the phone, tight with concern.
Zara inhaled sharply, gripping the wheel. "Yeah, just a few minutes away…"
"Fuck, you shouldn't have told her that," Zavier muttered, more to Nathaniel than to Zara. Then, to her, "Share your location. I'll come pick you up."
Zara let out a slow breath. "I'm fine, Zavier. I just need to know why he's filing a custody suit."
But Zavier wasn't convinced. He knew her too well. She loved her kids fiercely—this wasn't something she could just be 'fine' about.
"You know he's a scoundrel," he said, keeping his tone casual to ease her nerves. "But don't worry. It's just a custody suit. The Campbells are no match for us."
He didn't tell her more. Not yet. Not until she was home.
Zara's mind spun as she pressed her foot harder on the gas. She needed answers. Now.
