C90 To Atone For Her Sins?

ZYLIAH’S POV

Nerves had me in a tight grip. I couldn’t help but fiddle my thumbs against each other, rubbing the knuckles until they ached.

Delia had just driven in through the gigantic gate. Natalie was sitting in the passenger seat, while I occupied the back seat, tucked in the corner.

Once every while, they would both throw a glance back or catch my gaze through the rearview mirror