Windsor's POV
I curled up on my bed with my knees drawn tight against my chest, replaying every word of my garden conversation with Zion. His proposal to share a bed had sounded different this time. Less like an insult and more like a lifeline thrown into the chaos swirling through my head.
A frustrated sound escaped my throat as I collapsed backward, burying my face in my pillow. The muffled fabric absorbed my groan of confusion. "What is wrong with me?"
Pauline stepped out of the bathroom, steam following in her wake along with the sweet scent of her favorite honey body wash. She paused in the doorframe, studying me with concerned eyes.
"Everything okay over there?" Her weary smile couldn't quite hide her interest in my obvious distress.
I pulled the pillow away and met her gaze before sitting upright with a heavy sigh. "Just processing some things."
