Savannah 's Pov
At the very slight rustle of fabric I had just stirred awake. Somebody was tucking the blanket more securely around me, and for a moment I thought it might be Zyron. My lips curved in a sleepy smile.
"Zyron?" I whispered with a hoarse voice that came from sleep.
"It is just me, Savannah"
He was not there. It was Nana Adora, her warm and familiar face leaning over to mine. The bedside lamp gave her silver-streaked hair a gentle glow.
"I am sorry, kid," she said softly. "I was not supposed to wake you. Your blanket had come off. I intended to let you have a good rest."
"It is okay, Nana." I rubbed my eyes a little and pushed myself a bit. "Where's Zyron?"
"He's gone already." Her smile had a motherly touch. "He told me to tell you to take care of yourself and not to tire him out. He's concerned."
Love flooded my heart. "Is that what he said?"
