Chapter 108 Ghosts In The Garden

• The roses Jayden had given her were now sitting in a crystal vase on the small table by her window. They perfumed the room, soft and cloying, as though they were trying too hard to cover something up. Zara sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers idly tracing the rim of the vase while her thoughts tangled themselves into knots.
• Jayden had been charming lately, too charming, perhaps. His words had flowed like honey, his smile carefully measured, his hand brushing hers at just the right moment. It was comforting in a way, like slipping into a familiar rhythm, a song half-remembered.
• And yet…