"It was not a discussion about the weather, I assume?"
Zane asked, half teasing and half serious. His fingers tapped an idle rhythm on the steering wheel, a habit he did not bother hiding.
Serein hesitated. She did not know whether she should reveal what Deimos had told her. If it were only Clara, she would not have thought twice. But Zane… she had barely known him for a handful of days. She could not yet tell if the man he presented was the man he truly was.
And the story itself was absurd. Even she had trouble believing it. How would someone else react? Would Zane trust her? Or assume she had lost her sanity?
Noticing her reluctance, Zane shifted his gaze away so as not to pressure her. Their relationship was built on a contract, after all. He had no right to demand an answer she was unwilling to give.
"We're almost back at headquarters." He said instead, steering the conversation away.
