Zion's POV
My eyes opened without warning.
The first thing that registered was the soft blanket draped across my shoulders. Someone had tucked it around me carefully while I slept. I blinked at the faint glow from the desk lamp above, my mind still fuzzy from sleep.
Windsor. A small smile touched my lips. She must have found me passed out in the study and covered me up.
That was so like her. Even when exhaustion weighed her down, she always looked after everyone else first.
But if she had put this blanket on me, that meant she was awake when she should have been sleeping.
I straightened up, rolling my stiff neck and letting out a long yawn. The grogginess clung to me, but when I glanced toward the empty doorway, something twisted in my chest.
"Windsor?" I called softly, my voice still thick with sleep.
Silence answered me.
My forehead creased. I pushed myself up quickly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. I moved toward the hallway, looking both directions.
