Narrator’s POV
Once it was time for dinner, Zaira and her mates trooped downstairs. Zaira walked slowly as she made her way downstairs. She was reluctant to join this dinner. She knew that the conversations that would take place during it would definitely take a turn for the worse. She had a bad feeling about it.
“Zaira, dragging your feet won’t let the location of the dining room change, nor will it make the dinner arrangements disappear. The earlier we get there, the earlier we leave, think of it in that way. Come on, walk faster.” Kane coaxed a bit as he walked beside her.
Ares, Zade, and Damon walked in front of them.
“She’ll faint from the nerves at this point,” Ares commented as he made his way down the steps.
“Perhaps I should faint…” Zaira mumbled to herself but they all heard
