The estate was quiet, cloaked in the stillness of early morning. Zahra slipped out of bed, her mind restless. Dimitri's cold demeanor had been sharper than usual the night before, his words cutting her deeper than she cared to admit. She knew there was more to his actions than what met the eye, but every attempt to unravel him left her with more questions than answers.
She padded down the long hallway, her bare feet silent against the marble floor. Her destination wasn't clear, but her instincts guided her toward the west wing—a section of the mansion Dimitri rarely ventured into, which only piqued her curiosity further.
