Zarek
I never liked waiting around for answers. If something didn’t add up, I’d poke, prod, and claw at it until I got the truth—or at least the flavor of it. And lately? Something about Talia had been itching at me like a burr caught in my fur.
Kai’s name lingered around her like smoke, and every time it came up, she got twitchy. Too twitchy. I might not be the most serious guy around—hell, everyone thinks I’m a joke half the time—but I’m not blind.
So I decided to pay her a little visit.
Not because I cared. Please. Don’t flatter her.
It was pure curiosity. The same kind that makes a cat paw at a closed box until it tips over.
I found her exactly where I expected: the courtyard garden, with its little benches and vines curling up stone walls. She was sitting alone, pretending to re
