ALAIA

I stared at Zira’s stunned expression, waiting for her to answer my question. The fact that she was taking a long time to answer didn’t help my anger. I knew she loved him but wanted to hear her say it. Isaiah was caressing my shoulders, and I felt him tense up when I asked her. I may be directing the question to the wrong person.

“Umm…” Zira looked back at Isaiah, and I moved to block her sight. She didn’t need him to answer this question.

“A simple yes or no would suffice,” I said impatiently after a few moments went by.

Zira’s expression quickly changed, and now I...