ZINA
"I am someone who is eternally grateful for the vision you told three years ago." The man repeated in the face of Zina's stunned silence, "You saved my life and that of my family. Please, take my hand that I may guide your path."
Zina hesitated, thinking so deep about it. Despite being blind, she had never been one to give out her hand easily. For her, it meant giving up control of her most private place. So understandably, that was a control she was hesitant to give up on. The power of another guiding her path.
Only Seraph had ever led her in the past six years, and even that did not exactly spurn out of trust. For Zina, their relationship had always been sadly one of mutual benefit… albeit a strong one.
Was it so surprising that she had serious trust issues? No. It would have been more surprising if she didn't. Not after everything the past years had harshly taught her.
