ZINA
"Yes." Zina answered without missing a beat.
This time around, she truly hoped that her answer came out stronger than her usual squeak. She truly wanted Daemon to be at ease knowing that he had such a capable person by his side, even if as far as she was concerned in that moment, she was only pretending to be so capable.
But then that was the thing about pretense—the harder she pushed on with the act, then the more possibility of it turning into her reality.
Daemon broke into a grin that caused her heart to stop beating literally in her chest. "You need not have answered. It was a rhetorical question, of course I know that you're more than capable of meeting the mark."
Zina ignored the painful squeeze of her heart and the same way it fluttered madly at that moment. Looking around the inconspicuous floor, she swallowed and asked instead.
