The door opened with a cautious creak.
Two armed guys stood next to a hooded woman as she walked in by herself, hands visible and looking totally calm, almost like she was just walking into a coffee shop instead of a mafia den.
Zayden, his voice low and intimidating, was the first to speak up. "Who are you?"
The woman slowly pulled back her hood, showing off soft, innocent features. She looked to be in her mid-30s, pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way, with cute dimples and warm eyes that sparkled despite the tense vibe in the room. Her sweet, disarming smile spread across her face.
Zayden froze, recognition hitting him hard. "Sarah?"
She nodded, her dimples getting deeper as her smile widened. "Yeah, Z. It's been a minute."
Aylin gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, her golden-brown eyes wide with shock. "William's wife?"
Sarah's smile turned warm and motherly. "Sharp as ever, Lunel. Or should I say... Aylin?"
