ELIZA POV
Zyon's clothes that I could only fit in were his boxer briefs and a leather jacket that, even so, swallowed half of me. I couldn't track my Nike shoes after my tantrum and with Zyon’s ridiculous shoe size difference, I gave up. Honestly, I wouldn't mind walking a few steps barefooted, given the rest of the time, I would be driving.
We had gotten our things and were taking off to the mayor's building.
Earlier, after we had spent some time in the woods, reposing in an embrace—too peaceful under the crispy autumn maple leaves, we had returned to the manipulative house to talk to the boys, but unfortunately, no one was there.
I think Zyon looks slightly frantic, but it could be me overreacting, given he had held my hand and opened the driver's door for me. But the drive was al
