No one knew how Zane had arranged it, but by the next morning, a new healing schedule had already been sent to Serein.
She was still half-asleep, eyes gritty and unfocused, when she opened the message. The moment she caught sight of the location listed, her eyes flew wide open. Any lingering drowsiness vanished, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water over her head.
Zane… has he lost his mind?
Before her thoughts could settle into any kind of order, another message came in. Still Zane. He was already waiting for her downstairs.
Serein sprang out of bed, hastily getting dressed before rushing down to the lobby.
Zane was seated comfortably on the sofa, sipping his coffee. He looked relaxed at first glance, but not entirely so. His attention kept flicking back to the report projected from his ARC, the translucent screen hovering before him. He wore the same navy-blue shirt as always, a dark brown long coat draped neatly over it. Proper to the point of monotony.
