Zara’s POV

I almost didn’t respond to her invitation, but then what more did I have to lose on a day for enemies?

My head was still pounding after Mrs Shane’s public outburst, as I drove down the road to the address Madilyn sent me. 

I parked outside the little Italian restaurant a few blocks from the prison, still debating whether I should turn around and go home or step inside and accept whatever she would throw at me.

When I stepped inside, the smell of garlic and ginger filled my nostrils, strangely making me salivate. I shouldn’t be thinking of food right now.

Madilyn was already there, waving from...