ZION

Waking up in Solace was like waking up inside a cloud. If clouds had warm linen sheets and the faint smell of lavender and whatever that weird herb Leona swore by. Unfortunately, clouds didn’t usually come with the heavy weight of another person draped across my back.

My eyes fluttered open. I shifted, trying to ignore the dull ache still pulsing in my abdomen. That’s when I noticed the hair. My hair to be exact. I froze. Slowly tilting my head and coming nose-to-nose ...