Zora’s POV
The carriage ride back to the mansion unfolded in an eerie silence, the only sounds punctuating the night being the rhythmic clattering of hooves against the rain-slicked road. The entire time I expected Damon to say something, even if it as to make a mockery of how my night had eventually turned out given that I had been hostile to him all evening since he showed up with Mira on his arm.
I was too ashamed to even say a word, considering that I was still in shock at how the night had taken a drastic turn and knowing that Damon had eventually had to come to my rescue was even more damning now. I hated that the Triplet Lords were always saving me.
As the journey progressed, an unexpected twist manifested in the form of a flat tire, and rain, relentless in its descent, further c
