irections, after which they were on their way.
Unknown to Zabelle, even though she was riding in one car, two others were following them while keeping their distance
from them.
The bustling streets of the city were a welcome distraction, and due to the fact that it was already evening, it looked more beautiful.
The little coffee shop was warm and inviting, with wooden furniture and soft music playing in the background. It was just as she remembered it.
It was a shop she had found during one of her office tasks, and one she had instantly fallen in love with.
Too bad, due to all that had been happening, she had gone there in a while.
Without wasting time, she ordered a latte and found a small table by the window. As Zabelle sipped her coffee, she tried to let her thoughts settle as she watched the cars pass.
The atmosphere was calm, as there were hardly any customers, and so she felt at peace..
But the calm didn’t last long, as the door to the shop opened and a strange–looking woman who had a scarf draped over her with a mask and sunglasses walked in.
Was she here to kill her? Zabelle asked herself.
The guard, who had been sitting at a different table, immediately moved to her side, and his hand moved inside his jacket as the woman closed in on them.
Zabelle heaved a sigh of relief when she passed her table to another table. However, the woman turned to face her, and she immediately moved to her table.
“Zabelle? Is that you?” Zabelle heard a familiar voice, and she tapped her guard to relax.
“I know her,” she stated.
“Nivera,” Zabelle said, surprised. “What are you doing here, and why are you dressed like trouble?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Nivera replied as she looked outside the window. “I’m running away from my father’s
men
Remind me of your last name again.” Zabelle requested, even though Nivera never told her her last name.
“Elton,” the guard beside her answered, and Nivera immediately shot him the middle finger.
