Taking a bath in herbal water on the shaman’s advice wasn’t exactly my idea of a relaxing morning. But there I was, back in the old stone tub, surrounded by steam and the faint smell of the herbs wafting through the air. The shaman had insisted this would help purge any lingering poison from my system.

The water was warm, soothing my muscles, but my mind was far from relaxed. Zion's confession of love had my thoughts in a jumble. Seriously, could his timing have been any ...