Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View
I rushed to get dressed, my movements frantic and hurried. The encounter with Ethan still had my heart racing, a mix of adrenaline and fear pulsing through my veins. There was no time for my usual routine of braiding my hair; instead, I hastily brushed it back into a low ponytail, smoothing my edges with a touch of gel. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as I threw on my black security uniform, the fabric still warm from the last hurried wash.
I glanced at the clock—already ten minutes past my start time. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath, snatching up my keys and racing out the door. The streets of Ebonreach blurred past as I made my way to the security firm's home office, each step heavy with the weight of Ethan's unexpected arrival and what it could mean for me and Caspian.
