Chapter 89

• He ventured further into the room, Zain couldn't shake the nagging feeling gnawing at him. His gaze lingered on the front door, his brow knitting together while his hand absently rubbed the back of his neck.
• "What's wrong?" Hazel inquired, before Zain could respond. Misty, ever the observant sister, interjected with her own interpretation.
• "He left something in the car," she said matter-of-factly. Zain grimaced slightly, biting his tongue gently.