AMARA POV
“Come on, Zed,” I groaned, rolling my eyes as his shadow fell across the half-opened door. He was literally peeping at me like a worried mother hen. Again.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay… sure you don’t need help?” he asked for what had to be the hundredth time today. His voice was soft but restless, like he was trying to hide the panic that lived permanently under his skin now.
I sighed. Loudly.
It had been like this for days….ever since I came back from the hospital, Zed refused to let me out of his sight. Not for a second. Not even to bathe.
And as if that wasn’t enough, he had refused to take me back home.
He claimed I needed rest. I suspected he needed to watch me closely.At least today, after two days of arguing, he finally agreed to take me out.
“Finally,” I
