Windsor's POV
I had to see him.
No warning. No message. No second thoughts. My legs moved on their own, carrying me through the campus streets toward Zion's apartment. Each step felt necessary, like breathing. My pulse hammered against my ribs as I stood before his door.
This might be foolish.
Probably was. But I couldn't function anymore. Not after Gideon spoke those words. Not after reading what I'd found.
Only Zion could quiet the storm raging inside me.
I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened before my knuckles touched wood.
Zion appeared in the doorway, bare-chested, dark hair messy from sleep. His eyes went wide at the sight of me standing there, wild and breathless.
I threw myself forward without hesitation, arms circling his waist.
He caught me instantly, solid arms wrapping around my frame as I pressed my face into his shoulder. Pine and something uniquely him filled my senses. Safety. Home.
