Chapter 125 Claiming What's Mine

• The house was quiet under the weight of nightfall. Light from the chandelier pooled across the marble floors of the living room, casting gentle shadows that danced to the faint flicker of the television.
• Zara sat curled up on the couch in a pair of soft pajamas, her legs tucked beneath her and a large bowl of popcorn cradled in her lap. Though the room she shared with Regan had its own sleek flatscreen, she’d chosen the common area tonight. Something about being downstairs made her feel grounded, less caged.
• The TV hummed softly, casting warm colors across her skin. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, lips twitching with amusement as the characters on her favorite show exchanged sarcastic barbs.