Liora's POV
I made my way to Zane's room with a glass of juice in one hand. As I approached his door, my mind was already spinning with how I'd play this moment. How I'll act as loving as always.
The door was slightly open, and I pushed it without knocking, stepping into the room. Zane was pacing, looking tense, his injured arm already wrapped in thick bandage. He wore only loose pants, the waistband sitting low on his hips, revealing the taut lines of his abdomen. He wasn't on any shirt. His hair was disheveled, falling slightly to his face and his fury looked barely contained. I looked around the room only to see some drugs set on the bed. The pack nurse had just left leaving Zane some medicines to take to help the healing.
