Chapter 46

The sound of her footsteps reached me before I saw her. I leaned back in my chair, trying to shake off the weight of the day, but something about Zahra's presence always lingered in my mind. I didn't even need to look up to know it was her.

She hesitated at the doorway, the soft light from the lamp catching her delicate silhouette. She was wrapped in one of the robes I'd left for her in the closet—dark green silk that clung to her like water. My chest tightened at the sight of her, and I hated the way my heart betrayed me every time she was near.

"Can't sleep?" I asked, my voice rougher than usual.

She shook her head, stepping into the room cautiously. "No." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and it carried a weight I recognized all too well.

I set down the pen I'd been twirling and gestured toward the couch near the window. "Sit."