Zara POV

Willie and I sit together in the back seat, his arm draped over my shoulder. "Zara, tell me you're not falling for Timothy again." His voice drops low. "You know we don't trust that man."

"Of course not." I smile at him. "Timothy Sterling is ancient history."

Raven purrs agreement. 'Dead and buried.'

"Good, baby." Willie squeezes my shoulder. "Because I'm taking you somewhere. There's a party waiting for us. New friends I want you to meet."

"Now?" I laugh, glancing down at my dress. ...