Allison's POV
"I'm ready." I declare to Zain, who stares at me like I've completely lost it. His eyes narrow as they sweep over me, top to bottom, as if he's assessing whether I'm even capable of sanity at this point.
After last night's chaotic turn of events, anyone would think Darius had singlehandedly derailed our entire mission. But oddly enough, his reckless behavior might have accelerated things instead. A woman approached me after the party—a woman my age, with flowing blonde hair and a radiant smile that seemed to light up the room.
I was still brushing the dust off my skirt, remnants of my scuffle with Jeremiah, when she handed me a pristine kerchief.
"He got to you, didn't he? I'm so sorry. Jeremiah's like that sometimes… always dragging our father's name through the mud."