Zina's POV
I wasn't sure how I managed to sleep after that horrible nightmare, but somehow, I did. The morning light streaming through the window felt like a slap to the face, though. I groaned, rolling over and burying my head in the pillow, but the sound of my stomach growling had other plans.
Ugh.
Food. I needed food.
Dragging myself out of bed, I quickly changed into a loose sweater and shorts. My hair was a mess, but I didn't have the energy to deal with it. Maybe no one would notice if I just brushed it quickly and pretended like I wasn't half-dead.
I stepped out into the hallway, my bare feet padding softly against the floor as I headed toward the dining room. My thoughts were still fuzzy, echoes of the nightmare lingering, but I tried to shake it off.
And then I saw him.
Jared.
Oh, God.
