ZAYNA

Packing was supposed to be easy. Get my things, toss them in the bag and leave. Yet here I was standing in the center of my room, a reluctant sigh escaping my lips as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

I hadn't come all this way to fulfill some pointless order from my father. No, I had come because deep down I couldn't stay away from Lukan.

Despite everything I had done or maybe because of it some strange pull kept me bound to him. Something like love mixed with guilt.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting the soft waves fall over my shoulders.

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