“We’ll come with you.” “No! I need to be alone.” She could see the hurt in her sister’s eyes. “Please. I’ll be all right.” She smiled at them and her hot face felt like it would break as they nodded. “Call us when you get in.” Tamera hugged her tight. “I will.” She squeezed Elena before leaving them both at the bar. Zori made her way through the party-goers with her new mantra rolling over and over in her head: I will not cry in front of these humans. Each step towards the exit brought her closer and closer to her first meltdown and it was going to be epic. The brisk night air made her shiver as she stepped outside clad only in her party dress, but she welcomed the chill. She drew in several deep breaths, ignoring the flirtatious comments of two males entering the club. The wind stung her eyes and the tears she refused to let fall as she walked down the sidewalk amongst energetic New Yorkers. All she could think about was the indifference written all over Greyson’s face before he went right past her like…like they didn’t even know one another, let alone burn up the sheets together.
