Elena woke when dawn was already beginning to break outside the window. Her wrist still hurt, an IV needle was inserted into the back of her hand, and Zeyan sat in the chair beside the bed, his head slightly lowered as though he had been there for quite some time. The moment she moved, he immediately looked up and stood.
“How do you feel? The doctor said you were only exhausted and had a few bruises. Nothing serious.”
Elena looked around and asked, “Where’s Lyra?”
“Hayes has people taking care of her. She’s still fine and doesn’t know what happened last night.”
Only then did Elena relax a little.
The memories of Aurelia quickly returned, darkening her expression. She remembered Marcus shouting at Cassian over the phone, remembered Dorian Cross appearing and treating Zeyan with an atti
