Alfie's POV~
Just what the hell is going on? I thought internally all while the morning sun cast faint glow across my face, pulling me from my sleep. I stirred with a faint groan, my body still heavy with exhaustion, and slowly forced my eyes open.
And then I saw him.
Zane. His head rested on the edge of my bed, his arms folded as he slept soundly, his face pressed close to me.
Huh? When did he get here? I blinked in confusion, my brows furrowing as the haze of sleep slipped away.
Just then, fragments of memory rushed back.... last night, Silas's presence, Zane's worried expression before I blacked out completely. I had told Zane to stay at the mansion, to rest, but of course he hadn't listened. He never listened. Stubborn to the core, always running toward me even when I pushed him away.
