ZAYLA

My head throbbed like it was cracked open. My skin, damped with perspiration. I sat up slowly on the couch, blinking at the low-lit room, trying to remember why I was here — why I’d fallen asleep like this.

But my memory was foggy. And every time I tried to reach back, it knocked like a hammer behind my eyes.

I remembered Zane’s voice. His warm laughter, as I ate the food he made.

“Eat up, Angel. You need to sleep well tonight.”

That was all I could remember. They rest, blank.

I looked around the room, it was dark. Was always dark with dim lighting — you could...