Phoebe's POV
The first night I met Zane, I was drunk, everything, so much so that I couldn't tell my left from right. There are a few things I remembered, and a whole lot that I had forgotten about the night we spent together.
At this point, I don't know if I really forgot those things, or if it was brain trying to convince me that I couldn't have possibly saw what I thought I had seen.
Like the fact that Zane was hurt badly when I found him, and yet he was magically healed by the morning, not even a single trace of the wound he had, not even a scar. I admit, I'm not a doctor, but even I know that wounds don't just heal over night.
But that was not the only thing that I didn't understand that night. That was the fact that I saw his eyes changing, like they were glowing in the dark,
