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structure of CI would help her settle again, she was sure of it.
     
     
    She was wrong. Every day for a week, she’d gone into CI hoping to rediscover the sensation of fluency. Each day she failed. Struggling to find her identity again in such a familiar place thrust her further into the uncertainty of her future that raised questions about who she was.
    Her internal conflict spilled from business to personal when one night she drove the Kindred car she’d been using back to her apartment instead of the manor. That she did it on autopilot betrayed how deep into her subconscious this battle had gone.
    Zara hadn’t even considered staying at her apartment. She’d just driven away from CI, parked, and turned off the engine. Then when she got out and looked up, she found herself in front of her apartment instead of at the manor.
    Because of Leatt and their mission in New York, she’d called to cancel the listing of her residence using the excuse of not being around to pack up and hand over keys etc. Now she wondered if she’d been entirely honest with herself and the others about her need to retain her apartment.
    As she’d ended up there anyway, she went upstairs to look around the space she’d fallen in love with at the first viewing and decided to stay that night. While going through old routines, she considered that it might be easier to “find herself” in the place that had once been her private sanctuary. One night in the apartment turned into two, then three, and then four. Without making a conscious decision, she’d found herself living in her own pad again.
    It was dark out and the CI building had been pretty much empty when she left, but she was getting through the work, though that was little consolation. Having parked out back, she ascended the stairs and let herself into her apartment. Closing and locking the door, Zara stopped trying to figure out what she should do next.
    She hadn’t been eating much, as food hadn’t been high on her priority list. Indecisiveness was a new personality trait for her to grapple with too. Sort of tempted to work out, because she’d picked up the habit as Brodie’s girl, Zara’s feeble treadmill didn’t inspire her. It was nothing on the fully kitted-out functional gym at the manor. So much in her life had changed quickly. She’d suffered losses but gained so much. Sometimes when looking in the mirror, she didn’t recognize who was looking back.
    Sloping toward her bedroom, she figured she’d take a shower and make a decision while soaping herself. It had become another habit to check the chair in the corner of her bedroom every time she entered. Usually she dismissed the piece and went on with her business. Today, she stopped short and dropped her purse at the sight of her man filling the seat.
    Contending with her own issues had left her with little mental leeway to think about Brodie’s and the Kindred’s. Though if she had, she’d have concluded that it was only a matter of time before Brodie appeared to chastise her for ducking calls and avoiding the manor.
    Maybe some subconscious part of herself wanted this, needed him to show up and shake her because she wasn’t having much luck in doing it herself. She always did feel more grounded when he was around. Even if she was still hesitant to share her vulnerabilities with him, at least he was proving that he wasn’t going anywhere.
    “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked, putting on the lamp next to the chair.
    “I don’t know,” Zara said in response, and the even tone of his deep voice, which ordinarily soothed her, agitated her insides. Maybe it was arousal, maybe she was wary that he’d take one look at her and know she was having the wobble she’d bypassed after losing Art, or maybe she was scared that he’d look through her and see a fraud who didn’t belong with the Kindred after all.
    Slipping off her shoes, she kicked them under the bed. “With you, Rigor, and Tuck spending so