Zara
"And your claims are contradicted by this voice memo; perhaps it will jog your memory."
To my horror, the voice memo I'd sent to Sophia began playing on Alpha Kane's phone.
'If only the floor of his office would open up and swallow me.' I wished.
'What the hell is going on, Zara?' Nova yelled.
'I sent this note to Sophia because she wanted to use some tricks on her boyfriend.' I cleared to Nova.
'Oh! Please goddess! The ceiling fell on my head and put me out of my misery.' I prayed.
'Don't be dramatic, Zara.' Nova muttered.
My ears burned as if someone had lit a match beneath them, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead and palms.
My legs were shaking, and I had to struggle to maintain my balance.
Goddess! This was so embarrassing, and did he really have to play this out right in front of me and revel in the hundred shades of shame I was subjected to?
'Yes! That's exactly what he meant. That's what that cheeky smile meant.' Nova rolled her eyes.
