POV: Zayla
A beautiful sound plays waking me from my slumber. Is that music playing? I roll over in my bed and open my eyes. I stretch my arms out yawning. I find I'm not in my room but Damon's. "Good morning." I hear my mate.
I look over to him and he's where that sound was coming from. I sometimes forget that he plays the guitar. I've never actually seen him play but I have heard from Cassie that he can. "You're good at that."
"Oh, this. It's nothing." He sets his guitar to the side. "No, it's not," I tell him. "How do you feel?" He asks changing the subject. "Fine. Did anything happen while I was gone?" I ask him. There's something off about him and he's purposely watching his thoughts.
"Yeah. Last night Tracy sent you a message and your uncle came." Wow, talk about timing. "What
