Book 2: Chapter 70

I smile warmly as my friend recognizes me.

“Naomi, why are you here? Where’s Gaelen?” I ask with a yawn and a big stretch.

She yawns too, stretching her long spindly arms, before she pushes her light brown hair out of her eyes. Her French accent is thicker than usual as she wakes up, “He’s downstairs with everyone else completing the Moretti deal. Oh, except Zola. She’s in your living room doin