Chapter 119 Whispers And Sounds
- Elena had been waiting for almost an hour.
- She sat cross-legged on the edge of the couch, flipping through a glossy magazine she wasn’t reading, one perfectly manicured nail tapping rhythmically against the armrest. The late afternoon light spilled into the living room, painting her face in soft gold, but there was nothing soft about the expression in her eyes.
- Zara was late.