Ziana’s POV
I stir and feel as if there is a body in my bed, with an arm wrapped around me. It takes a minute for my mind to catch up as I am enveloped in nothing but the smell of smokey teakwood. As soon as it does I bolt up and whip my head around.
Zane is laying next to me, the setting sun, slivers through his curtains on his face. It’s beautiful and tears come to my eyes as I realize he didn’t leave. The feelings of longing, hope, and worry fill me.
What if in time he decides to leave? To pull away? The only people who have stayed after knowing what I have done are the ones who were forced to be there with me.
I’m nobody. I’m a traitor, a spy who will turn on anybody without a second thought. That’s what they told me in school.
I never missed the way people looked at me. Like
