I stared up at the ceiling for what felt like hours, completely empty-headed.

In that time, I had no idea what happened to Zaine or where he went. He’d covered me at some point, tucking me into bed with the sheets drawn up to my chest. I’d been grateful for the care, even if I couldn’t express it properly.

I didn’t sleep, but I did rest. A dull high pulsed through me, much different than the aphrodisia. This was much more ...