Ziana’s POV
I fell asleep in Zane's arms, dreaming about us and Killian and what the future holds. Surprisingly, there were no nightmares considering what I just went through.
Waking to the smell of bacon, sausage and eggs, mixed with the sterile hospital scent is not ideal, but a girl will take what she can get.
I open my eyes to see my mother placing a big plate on a table and wheeling it over to me and a still sleeping Zane. Her eyes are sad as she looks at my shoulder.
“What is it?” I ask and she frowns, but ignores the question.
“How are you feeling honey? Doctor Katrina said you might be able to leave today if you promise to take it easy.” She tells me, but now I frown.
“What’s wrong mother? Was Esmorelda not able to get any information or ideas?” I ask and she shakes her head
