Zina's POV
The door burst open so hard it banged against the wall. Trina marched in like she owned the place, her sharp heels clicking too loudly on the tile floor. She didn't even glance at Asher, who sat on the hospital bed beside me, his little hands clinging to my sleeve. Instead, her fiery gaze locked on me like I was some kind of criminal.
"As if you haven't caused enough trouble already," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. Her eyes darted to Xaden and then back to me. "And now you're trying to steal him from me too?"
Steal him? From her?
Her words hit me like a slap, and I froze, my mind scrambling to make sense of what she just said. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at Xaden. He didn't say anything. Didn't move. He just stood there like a statue. Too still.
"I—I don't understand," I stammered. My voice was barely above a whisper, but it still felt too loud in the heavy silence that followed. "What are you talking about?"
