Zayden's playful smirk faded. With a simple gesture, he ordered everyone else in the room to exit.

As the last person left, he reclined on the sofa, leisurely lighting up a cigar, the orange glow briefly illuminating his face.

Watching him, unease gnawed at Sadie. Her hands tightened involuntarily, preparing herself for the next revelation.

Drawing in a deep drag, Zayden locked eyes with Sadie, his voice laced with amusement.

“When are you planning to see Marianna?"