#Chapter44
Zara, why?
The birds sang a melodious tune and flew past the windows occasionally. Veins of the sun broke into the living room through the tall windows. Gabrielle sat next to me, my hand over her shoulders. Jason and Zara faced us, they both played cards.
I balled my hands into a fist as my eyes locked on Zara. My fist tightened as I watched her smile. How could she do this? After what Albazar told me last night, I felt like cutting off her head.
/"This is good news./" Jason dropped a card. /"Now I can have peaceful nights./"
/"If by peaceful you mean enough time to masturbate right ?/" Zara asked raising a brow.
/"I don't do that again./"
/"Stories./" Zara cackled.
/"I'm serious./"
/"Ian, doesn't it look suspicious?/" Gabrielle rubbed her hand on my bare chest. /"Are you sure this isn't a trap?/"
/"It's not./" I crossed a leg over the other, my grey sweatpants rumpling.
