CHAPTER 13
ZACH
“Coffee or juice?” Maya asked.
“Coffee.”
Too much was preying on Zach’s mind, and he hadn’t slept well. The WST, yesterday’s rescue, the virtual stranger in his guest room…
Because Ari was still here. Yesterday evening when he’d tried to wake her, she’d just mumbled at him to leave her alone and rolled over. Then Maya had googled “treatment for concussion” and found out that rest was important, so they’d decided to respect Ari’s wishes and leave her where she was rather than carrying her back to Ms. Carrington’s place. The dragon would probably call the cops if a bunch of people trooped past her window, anyway.
Maya poured two steaming mugs of coffee from the French press and added milk—regular milk for her and oat milk for him. Lactose intolerance was no joke. She’d
