Zane’s pov;
The moment my eyes met hers, my heart clenched painfully tight.
She rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn and that was when I noticed how tired she looked. Her eyes were sunken and she looked as though she was going to collapse at any moment. Her body had overworked itself.
“You didn’t sleep again,” I mentioned, remembering that she had said something about going to sleep when we came back from the forest.
The guards had informed us of what we already knew, the howl from inside the mine, the dark aura surrounding it.
“I slept,” she said, snapping me out of my string of thoughts as she stabbed her roasted root vegetable as though it had done something to piss her off.
“Mm.” I raised a brow. “Or you just closed your eyes and told yourself that it was enough?”
She narrowed her
