CHASE.
Zara’s hand was still clasped in mine, and even though we sat in the perfectly air-conditioned car completely silent, there was something that moment had done to us.
The gentle sound of the car engine and the cool air from the air conditioner did nothing to get rid of the tension that had settled between us. It was not a tension born of discomfort, but one that had stemmed from a bond we had both shared.
She’d seen me at my worst after overextending myself and my power, and she’d glazed past it like it was just a normal Tuesday in her life. It was easy being with her and talking to her. It was easy being myself around her and that was especially hard given the responsibilities I had and who I was.
As a leader, I was used to wearing a mask, and always presenting strength and a
