Zara woke slowly, warmth pressing against her side, a steady rise and fall beneath her cheek.
Her eyes cracked open, and for a moment, she forgot where they were. The sterile walls, the unfamiliar mattress, the faint hum of a ventilation system overhead—it was all different.
Then she remembered— the attack, the creatures—
Sector 2.
She shifted slightly, feeling the weight of an arm over her waist. Winter.
Leo had rolled away sometime during the night, sprawled out on his stomach on the far side of the bed, leaving just her and Winter pressed together.
She turned just enough to look at him, her gaze tracing the faint marks along his jaw and down his neck and arms. A reminder of the questions she still didn't have answers to.
She had let it go before—there hadn't been time, they were all tired and Winter wasn't exactly the most forthcoming person when he wanted to be—but now, in the quiet of the morning, with no imminent threats, the curiosity gnawed at her.
