Zina's POV
The room was dark, but my mind was wide awake. Jared's words played on a loop, mixing with the sharp images of Xaden's cold stares and harsh words that had been creeping in lately. I wanted to shut it all out, to bury myself under the covers and pretend everything was fine, but I couldn't. My wolf stirred uneasily, like it knew something I didn't, but I couldn't bring myself to listen. What if Jared was right? What if Xaden wasn't who I thought he was?
The idea made my chest tighten. I sat up, clutching the blanket like it could shield me from my own thoughts. Xaden had been there for me after my accident, after I'd woken up with no memories and no idea who I was. He'd told me he was my mate, that we had a son together, and I believed him. What else was I supposed to do?
But now... Jared's voice echoed in my head. "He's dangerous, Zina. You need to think about Asher."
