Zoya’s P.O.V
I woke up to a cold bed and an empty house. It had taken a while for that to sink in, and I had to blink a couple of times to reorient my hazy mind. At first, I thought Sam had abandoned me.
Had he just been using me? Had he decided that he no longer needed my help and ran? Without even bothering to say goodbye? Had he robbed me and disappeared into the night?
In a sudden fit of annoyance, mostly toward myself for being so self-sacrificing in nature, I berated my own mind for even thinking in such a desperate and pathetic manner. Sam couldn't abandon me, because this was my own home, one that he barged in without even asking. If anything, only I had the power to abandon him, since he needed my help, and I could live without him.
But as I checked my belongings, my anger ev
