OCTAVIA POV

I’m sitting at the small kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea that’s already gone cold, as I recall the troubling dream from the night before. Just then Nadia walks in, all smiles and energy that feels far too forced.

“Good morning Zebrina, had a nice night?" She greets, her face radiating with excitement.

“Good morning Nadia, why are you so excited?” I doubt, my eyes never leaving her face.

Nadia immediately grabs a seat, move closer and take a seat close to me.

“Zebrina, darling, we’ve got something exciting planned for you,” she says, perching on the edge of the counter, as she grab hold of one...