Zara’s POV
Thea is sitting on the edge of my couch, my bread knife in her hand as her gaze darts from me to Henry and back again. Her fear is palpable, and I’m pleased that even after entering, Henry doesn’t approach her, instead he remains by the door I just closed, his hands up by his chest in a surrender style.
‘Thea’ I say gently to the frightened woman, ‘this is Henry, he is the man that I was telling you about on the phone. He would like to talk to you, are you still OK with him being here.’
Thea’s terrified gaze flicks to the man beside me before she nods curtly.
Henry takes a step closer, dropping his hands as he studies the woman on my couch.
‘I’m looking for a woman your age’ he murmurs, ‘her name is Alethea though she also went by Thania at some point.’
I watch Thea as she
