Everyone Sophie knew has fled to the Forbidden Cities. When they return, their friend has become a war queen, defeating the Neverseen at all costs. Will they be able to bring back their once gold-hearted friend? Or is she gone forever?
"Aw, leave the plates alone, they've done nothing," a voice teased.
Spinning on her heel, she found herself talking to him. Zayn Fucking Desora.
Screw him and his eyes
His attractive, kaleidoscopic eyes
"Take a picture, it lasts longer."
"I probably should. Ayana can keep it after I murder you."
"I'd murder you first."
"That ain't possible."
"Good point," he whispered. They matched heights, both standing steady at 6'3", so the fact that they were looking straight at each other, correction, Sophie was glaring, but the fact that their boots were touching.
"Try to get some sleep," he whispered, taking the plate out of her hands and placed it on the counter. He then brushed his lips on hers, lightly, and walked out.
Stunned, Sophie traced her fingers where his lips had been a few seconds ago. Sophie hadn't felt this way for a long time. Not since... not since Fitz. And she had felt that way because...
