Zuriel
The door to the bedroom opens, and my wife walks in with two cups of what smells like lemon tea. She hands me one, and I thank her.
"I was talking to my mother earlier today," she suddenly says, “ I want to invite my family for dinner on Saturday, is that alright?"
"You can do whatever you want. It's your home," I tell her, checking the email I received from Bean. He sent the picture of the tortured man. He does look familiar, but I don't remember where I'd seen him. Probably in the empire.
"I'll invite your mother and Bruce, too," I raise my gaze at her.
"Bruce? Why?"
"Because he's your friend, Zuriel," she rolls her mesmerizing eyes. My friend. Okay.
"Brandon and Solena, too,"
"No,"
"No?" her eyebrows arch.
"That male friend of yours, I don
