Zolani’s POV
“Little human…”
The voice pulled me out of the dark like a hook through my sternum.
My eyes snapped open.
Morning light sliced through the heavy curtains, it was soft gold, and almost gentle, nothing like the storm that had raged last night.
The room smelled of dying embers, expensive sheets, and… him. Pine. Smoke. Blood long gone but still haunting the air and I wonder why his scent was so strong in my room.
I blinked.
My head throbbed sharp, and insistent, like someone had taken a hammer to my skull while I slept.
“Ouch…”
I clutched my temples, fingers pressing hard against the ache, trying to force the fog to clear.
I remembered fragments.
I’d come back to the room after the hallway… after Cassian had dragged me away from Ronan’s car, after he’d pinned me again
