Zerah
The sun peeked in through the curtains, brushing soft gold across the floor. I opened my eyes slowly, my body heavy, like it had soaked up all the tension from last night and refused to let it go.
I sat up and rubbed my hands over my face. The dinner. The way the Falloway family had talked to me like I wasn’t even human. The way Nathan just sat there, stuck between defending me and listening to his mother.
But at least HE had defended me, hadn’t he?
I stood and walked over to the mirror, picking up my brush. My hair was a mess. I started brushing it out slowly, watching my reflection.
Nathan didn’t have to say anything. After finding out my true identity, that the same person he worked with for the past few years was the same contract wife he'd spoken about, he must have felt be
