KIREN'S P.O.V
The man who calls himself Josiah came here specifically for Zola. He stood before us with little to no concern about the fact of why I invited him. He didn't care that we were linked in our dreams. I could understand his interest in Zola. Hell, truth be told, she was a big interest to me as well. But the thing I didn't understand was, how did he know where she was? Zola was completely off the grid due to having a medallion that hid her from the world. So the pressing question I kept asking myself was how he found her.
"How do you know me?" Zola asked, breaking the silence.
"I have a question of my own. Did you ever have the need to drink my blood?"
Her eyes connected with mine before looking back at him.
"I'm not a blood sucker, if that's what you're asking."
