Jacob POV
I convinced Zahraa not to tell me until she was ready to do so in front of a tape recorder. If it was that horrible, I didn’t want her to have to recount it more than once – this way, a transcript could be made and put in her file. As much as I wanted to know what had her so on edge, it wasn’t worth her mental health.
She was discharged from the infirmary the next morning. Zahraa didn’t want to go back to sleep after learning she’d been unconscious for the better part of the week, so we piled into her bed together and watched sitcoms all night – and in the morning, she reached out to her therapist.
I hadn’t realized she’d been seeing one – which made sense, because apparently, she only saw the woman once a month lately.
“What’s Alpha Rowan doing here?” Zahraa asked. We were o
