*Zara*

I cried myself into a dreamless sleep before a knock on the door woke me up. I was still alone in Noah’s bedroom. As I got out of bed, my eyes scanned the same lavish decor that was spread out throughout the mansion, paintings with gorgeous celestial motifs.

As I opened the door, I noticed that there was something large and foreboding about the room that reminded me of the aggressive, bad-boy persona that he had been trying to portray when we first met. ...