Ziana’s POV
We walked back to the packhouse in silence. Killian went to his office and Zane followed me to my room, bidding me good night. I fell into the bed and into a deep sleep. The memories and nightmares plague my dreams and I wake in cold sweats at 4:00 in the morning.
I wash my face, find a pair of clothes, cringing at the floral blouse I was still wearing. I changed into a black shirt with half angel sleeves. The front wraps around me, showing off my curves and some cleavage. I throw on a pair of maroon ripped jeans, and black boots.
After getting ready it is 5, so I decide to start unpacking. There are a total of 20 boxes and I make it through 15 of them, organizing clothes, weapons and books.
I open the next box and begin to put it away, when a letter falls out. My heart
