Velvet’s POV

I sat on the edge of the soft couch, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap. Zavian was across from me, the calm in his gaze always making me feel both safe and fluttery inside. He had that look, the one that told me he was about to share something important. I tried to steady my breathing, unsure of what he would say this time.

“Velvet,” he began, his voice quiet but firm. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

My heart skipped. I had learned by now that when Zavian said those words, it was serious. I nodded, trying to hide my curiosity, though it was impossible....