But her father was dead, and when there were that many assets attached to someone, there was always endless, endless red tape in sorting it. Zia still felt blindsided that she got everything in the will, and it had been weeks. It just prolonged her mental and physical shut down to be bombarded with everyone who had their fingers in any pies in the house of cards that was Robert Connolly's entertainment and business empire.
There was a lot of deferring to her overbearing mother and just dazily dreaming her life away in Tartaros trying to avoid the suffocating onslaught civilian life way too soon. Everyone thought she was a ******** up heiress who disappeared and probably just burnt out from too much partying, and she didn't really care.
Tonight, though, she woke up in the nighttime hours, and realized it was very quiet, especially for being Caroline's lavish penthouse home. Some creeping around led her to a note left on the table. She was gone, at least for the next two days. Zia's shoulders sunk with relief, like she could at least breath a little without her keeper.
She stepped out and finally did away with the human glamour with a huge exhale. The aura let loose was huge, but she was exhausted from being out of this form, and didn't seem to care as she held her skirts off the ground and went for a walk, happy to be under familiar moonlight.
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