Zoya’s P.O.V
It was in those tender moments, as the evening shadows lengthened, that I began to realize the depths of his unwavering devotion.
Would Silas have done the same for me, if he was in Ezra's place? I couldn't help but compare the two of them, until I shook my head to snap myself out of it.
Silas was gone. He was never coming back. And I did not want him back either. Not after all the lies and the betrayals.
"Cam had been worried sick all day," Ezra said, "she wanted to come see you but she wasn't able to leave the clinic because there was an emergency patient with a broken arm."
As Ezra's words reached my ears, I felt a pang of guilt intertwine with my fever-induced haze. Cam, my dear friend and colleague, had spent the entire day fraught with worry about my well-being. And
