Chapter 9

ZIYAH

I felt like I was drowning in my thoughts while I ate breakfast. French toast and bacon were my favorite breakfast food thus far. It was positively delicious.

I could not get over what happened last night. That nightmare was just one of hundreds that plagued me. That one was so bad because that was the event where I lost hope for myself – for my future. I had come to realize that it was my reality until a time came where I either accidentally died or someone offed me.

Dante had used his gift on me and made it so that I would never have it again. I was not certain if he had seen the events or not. That was an answer that I did not want to think about right now. He had asked me if I trusted him, and the truth was that I did. There was no rational reason why other than he had proved multiple times the kind of person that he was. Fae were innately good judges of character.

My body still tingled from the memory of the way it felt to have his lips pressed against my skin. I could s