❛❛Blue eyes, dark hair.
Tall frame and a poisonous tongue.
I'd recognize those features anywhere.❜❜
After The Dark War, Zoya Caldwell couldn't remain in York and live a peaceful life in the Institute that had once served as a sanctuary f...
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Every bone in Zoya's body regretted staying up until the sun rose up on the horizon and painted it gold. Although she had immensely enjoyed the long hours she had spent in the company of Cristina and Emma, the Caldwell girl couldn't deny that her head had begun throbbing the moment her eyes fluttered open. Not even all the laughter and happy tears could make up for her unpreparedness to face the schedule that was waiting on her that day.
Zoya was always an early riser, preferring to do her running and cardio workout in the morning. It was a habit her parents had implanted in her when she was but a young child and somehow she had managed to transfer those routines onto Emma.
Unfortunately, due to the girls' nightly fun (which consisted of rearranging Emma's evidence on her parents' deaths), Zoya met her duties with a deadly glare. Contrary to Emma and Cristina, she had managed to rise from her bed. She had even gathered enough energy to dress herself in her workout clothes and do her morning run on the beach.
However, no sense of happiness and fulfillment followed afterwards. In fact, her breaths were ragged and her heart pounded like a hammer in her chest the whole time. She automatically assumed those were the consequences of her tired state and broken plans.
When she returned to the Institute, Zoya showered and chose to retreat to her room. She had sat on the carpeted floor with her back tilted against the wooden frame of her bed. A guitar was laying next to her, waiting for Zoya to pick it up and allow herself to produce calming melodies.
But she couldn't even bring herself to do that. Her mind was blank, too preoccupied with empty thoughts to focus on the playing. Besides, her fingers were far too busy gripping the edges of the polaroid picture Julian had left on her desk before leaving for England.
A weak smile sneaked upon Zoya's lips as she examined it.
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