The moon descended quickly, bringing an end to the chaotic night and allowing its mate, the sun, to rise and bring good news to the wrecked world. Ziana tossed and turned in the spacious double queen-sized bed, shifting from Daisy's side to Lilith's throughout the night. Her mind refused to coordinate with her body's plea for rest.
With a heavy sigh, she reached for her phone beside her pillow and checked the time. It stubbornly displayed five in the morning, prompting another sigh. She sat up, casting a glance at her friends, contemplating the stories she could craft to obscure the truth of last night's events.
"I need to talk to him," Ziana murmured. Zayden would be adept at spinning a believable tale, unlike her. Letting out another sigh, she slowly slipped out of bed, gently tucking Lilith back under the quilt, and headed to the bathroom. Daisy was scheduled to leave on a seven o'clock flight, so Ziana decided to prepare a light breakfast for her.
