ZAYLA

I didn't want to get up.

After last night, I was too embarrassed to face Ziven. Too angry to see Zane, because I suspect he added something to my food, but for what reason?

But even as my mind was made up to remain in the room, hunger was wickedly out to make me its victim. I didn't eat throughout last night, which made it worse.

Sighing, I dragged my ass off the bed and went to wash my face. My lower lip stung sharply as I sprinkled water over my face, the same lip Ziven had bitten. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, and traced the...