Shadows Of The Forgotten Time
Chapter 17
꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂ /Author
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The black leather armchair in Zaira's office creaks faintly as Zeph leans back, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He studies her with unnerving calm, as though he’s weighing how much to tell her. Zaira paces the room, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. The tension between them feels like a storm waiting to break.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
(stopping abruptly, turning to him)I’m not in the mood for your games, Zeph. If you know something about Dorian Verick, I suggest you start talking.
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
(smirking faintly)Impatient, as always.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
(glaring)You don’t know me.
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
(his voice dropping to a dangerous, intimate whisper)Oh, I know you better than you think.
Zaira’s chest tightens, but she refuses to let him see how his words affect her. She crosses her arms, her tone ice cold.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
Then prove it. Tell me what I need to know, or get out of my office.
Zeph’s smirk fades. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his piercing midnight eyes locking onto hers.
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
Dorian Verick isn’t just a man. He’s an obsession. A force of nature wrapped in flesh. He doesn’t see people, Zaira. He sees puppets, strings to pull, outcomes to manipulate. And for reasons I still don’t fully understand, you and I are at the center of his sick little game.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
(her voice sharp)Why? What does he want from us?
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
Control.
Zaira’s brow furrows, confusion flickering across her face. Zeph sighs, standing and moving to the window. He looks out at the glittering city lights, his hands in his pockets, as if gathering his thoughts.
꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂ /Author
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