ZAHRA
“You sure they don’t mind me stealing you away on such an important day?” Tristan’s voice was low, more like a loud thought.
He was sitting next to me on the picnic blanket, right underneath the shade provided by the tree house. In his late teens, his perfectly tan skin still hadn’t been stained by the marks of battle, and his expression was a lot softer. I reckon our meetings were more innocent, too. Despite what everyone said about how we would be a power couple should we end up together, we were content with just being friends. At least that’s what I used to think until that morning.
“Nah,” I dismissed him, shrugging as I took in the view. It was a lovely day. “But to be honest, I wouldn’t know. I put a block up.”
“Zahra Demeter…” He caught my attention when he called me by my
