Chapter Eighty Eight

Zirah's POV

"I don't know." I dropped my bloody hands to my sides, unable to stomach the blood-curdling disgust it evoke in me.

Apparently, my vague answer didn't appease Noah, and his brows scrunched even harder in confusion.

"What do you mean you don't know?" I feel like his stare is drilling holes into me with the way he looks at me.

"I don't know!" I say frantic. I placed a trembling hand on my forehead, inhaling and exhaling shuddering breaths. "I don't know…." I paused, taking in another shaky breath.

"I just... I woke up like this."

He hesitantly takes one step after another, reaching his hands out to touch me but at the last second decided not to, dropping his hand by his side. "Do you remember anything?"

I shook my head furiously from side to side in a negative response.

Obvious that I was practically useless in this state, he just closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, seeming resigned.

"Go up I'll join you soon."

I wanted to stay and talk with him but blood and the piec