Zoya’s P.O.V
At first, I could not move. I did not know what to do at the sight of… this. I had expected a peaceful night, at last, after the shitshow I had experienced yesterday. I thought I could finally rest and wallow in my thoughts as well as the direness of this situation in a place where nothing reminded me of everything.
I thought I could finally be alone, in a place where no one else was, so no one could stop me from beating myself up for everything that had happened and, in the end, eventually, pulling my own weight back up.
However, instead of the prospect of rest and relaxation, I was greeted by a very wounded, very naked man inside the cabin I'm supposed to be living in for the duration of my stay here in the Sapphire Mountains.
He was lying with his back on the floor; hi
