Chapter 32
- Zara
- I was halfway through translating my Herbal Theory notes into clean scripts when I heard her approach. Her footsteps were quick, purposeful, the soles of her black shoes clicking softly against the marble library floor. I didn’t look up. I didn’t have to. Her scent – rose, honey and citrus – drifted before her.
- “Zara,” Alex said softly, too softly.