Zoya was used to having everyone at her feet, but never being the one in love. And that's why she hated you. She hated how much she wanted you, how much she wanted to kiss you and admire you all day long without stopping.

Zoya tried to stay away from you as much as possible. She didn't want you to know how much she liked you and how much she wanted you all to herself.

She was in the garden, bored and judging whoever was passing by when suddenly she saw a commotion and you being carried away by some healers and she stood up at the same moment.

Zoya paced back and forth in her room, you were lying in bed asleep. Your left side had been hit during a mission to the folds and you had lost some blood, but now you already had the bandage and had already taken the necessary medications.

You're such an idiot. You could have died, then what would i do? Zoya says as she stops pacing the room and sits down next to you on the bed, gently stroking your forehead and moving your hair aside to see your face better.