Zara's POV
My whole body buzzed with adrenaline as images of Zen fiercely confronting Cory flashed in my mind. I had never witnessed such an intense fight before, and seeing that much blood flow from someone during such a savage beating was hard to comprehend.
During the car ride home, I chose silence. What was there to say? How could I even begin to ask, "How was the fight?" or express my gratitude by saying, "Thank you for defending me, Zen!"? It was better to hold my thoughts until we got back; maybe then we could talk openly.
Before I knew it, Samuel announced our arrival at the mansion, and I took a moment to take in the large building that would be my home for the next year. There was no avoiding the conversation we needed to have.
As soon as Samuel parked the car, I flung the door open and darted into the house, heading straight for my room. I locked the door behind me with a firm click.
