*Noah*

As I stood there listening to Zara discuss matters with the scholars, I knew she was trying very hard to conceal all her distress, but I could hear it slipping into her tone. Her delicate features twisted with stress. I could see her brow furrowed and her shoulders completely tense.

This strange tattoo situation was adding to the pile of things she’d needed to deal with lately, and though she was handling it like a champion, I knew it was weighing on ...