C12 His Anger

Zara's pov

Instead she stood, collected the empty dishes onto the tray, and gestured toward the door. “Come downstairs with me? We need to face the music eventually. Better with backup.”

I hesitated. The idea of seeing Marcus again after last night made my stomach flip in a complicated, forbidden way. But Talia’s face was hopeful, and I owed her the solidarity. “Okay