Evangelina’s POV
I am standing in the shower as Marie is washing my hair. I am naked, but I don’t care. I feel empty. The only face I can see is Ziana’s. I keep going back and replaying the scene in my head.
Franklin telling me to go back with them, while I stare into Ziana’s eyes. Her bright purple eyes shifted from left to right, reinforcing my choice. The heartbreak when the transporter took Ziana away. Veena bursting out and plowing through retreating enemies. Sobbing on the ground, while broken and bloodied. Marie coming and covering me, while telling Warrick to f off, then walking me back to my bedroom and starting a shower again. Then it starts all over again and repeats.
I am pulled from my cycle when I feel a fluffy towel being dragged down my arm.
I take the towel from Mari
