I can’t risk it

It had been at least twenty minutes since Zaya left, and I was starting to feel restless. The lounge was quiet now, Nicole and Maya having wandered off to cause their usual chaos somewhere else.

I sat cross-legged on the couch, tapping my fingers against my knee as I kept glancing at the door.

Where did she go?

Zaya wasn't the type to vanish without a word. She was steady, predictable in her own way, even if she pretended not to be. And the longer she stayed gone, the more that gnawing feeling in my stomach grew.

The door finally creaked open, and Zaya walked in, her steps slow and deliberate. Her expression was hard to read her jaw tight, eyes sharp, like she was barely holding something in.

"Hey," I greeted softly, sitting up straighter. "You okay?"

She didn't answer. Just gave a small nod, her gaze flicking around the room like she was trying to avoid looking at me.

Okay, this was weird.