Irina was in a good mood. The cool night air brushed against her skin as she stood on the balcony, the soft glow of the moon casting a serene light over everything. Her thoughts drifted back to her conversation with Astron, and a small smile played on her lips. The tension of the evening seemed to melt away, leaving her with a sense of peace.
But that peace was short-lived.
She heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and her serene expression hardened. 'What now?' she thought, already dreading the interruption. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"Jeremy," she greeted coolly, not bothering to hide her disdain.
"Irina," he replied smoothly as if they were the best of friends. "Enjoying the view?"
Irina didn't bother to respond, her gaze still fixed on the moon. She could feel the nausea building in her stomach, knowing full well what was coming. Jeremy wasn't one to waste time with pleasantries unless he had an agenda.
