Just saw enough.
“Why?”
“You mentioned chest discomfort,” he said. “Especially when drinking.”
I leaned back.
“It’s light.”
“It’s still worth tracking.”
I didn’t argue.
Didn’t agree either.
Just stood up.
“Let me know if it’s something serious.”
Now, I was moving around like my doctor didn’t have me on watch.
I exhaled slightly as I reached Zay’s door.
I shouldn’t have said anything about chest pain.
Now Yuna got that look in her eye…
Like she’s about to start trying to control something.
Make me slow down.
Make me… what?
Sober?
I almost smirked.
She’d try it.
I already knew.
“Damn,” I muttered under my breath. “Now she on me.”
I brushed it off.
Like everything else.
By the time I stepped into his suite, I already knew what I was walking into.
Zay was by the window.
Shirtless.
Shoulder swollen like hell.
Bruised deep.
Red creeping into purple.
