Zayden drove through the bustling streets until he reached the location Yael had shared. He parked the car and let out a sigh, feeling torn between his desire to tear apart that woman and his inexplicable urge to come to her aid whenever she was in trouble. Perhaps it had become a habit, he thought, exhaling another sigh.
Stepping out of the car, he gazed at the familiar club where his unexpected involvement with Ziana had begun. It was now his third visit here today — first when Ziana time traveled back to Earth, then when they encountered trouble with some troublemakers, and now, here to rescue her from another predicament. Taking a deep breath, he entered the club, pondering whether it held special significance to her or if it was merely a place she frequented.
