MY UNDOING
But the words barely registered.
Aliyah just kept smiling.
It was unnerving, the way she leaned forward every time Zinna mentioned Damien’s name. Like she was enjoying a private joke.
“So,” she said finally, setting her drink down with a small, dramatic sigh. “Zinna, I didn’t know your brother was seeing someone.”
Zinna blinked, surprised. “What?”
“Damien,” she clarified, voice syrupy. “He didn’t tell you?”
Zinna frowned slightly, shaking her head. “No, he didn’t mention anything. Wait—he’s seeing someone?”
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