ZAYLAZiven went to get the door, my gaze followed him until he was standing right in front of it. As if he already knew who it was, he unlocked the door. And just as I expected, Zane and Zarek stormed in.Zane’s lips widened into a grin the moment his eyes found me.“Angel,” he drawled, already heading my way like a heat-seeking missile.Behind him, the man who wore a scowl like a tattoo barely glanced at me. One look, it was sharp, almost irritated — then he turned away like I wasn’t worth the energy. But when was Zarek not annoyed? He moved straight to the breakfast bar dividing the kitchen from the lounge and sat, cold as always.“Matilda?” Ziven muttered, his voice snapping my attention back to him. Then, I realized they didn't arrive alone. A blonde woman covered in dark ink stood confidently in the middle of the room, her arms crossed, wearing a grin like she owned the place.“What’s good, Ziven?” she smirked."I'm good,” he said, stepping aside, “you're late, you know.”"Bla
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