~ MILENA ~
The rest of my stay was good aside from the tension with Sia. She didn’t tell me anything more, simply pleading for me to let her deal with it and not tell Zion. So I agreed I wouldn’t for now.
Zion and Roman are returning today. They ended up staying an extra night as one of the men was found dead within the prison. Although they first said it was his own doing, Zion didn’t think so. And I don’t either. I don’t know the latest, but I hope Zion’s figured something out.
I place the plates on the table, trying not to make a sound as I place them on the embroidered placemats.
“Thank you, Milena.” Zaia smiles. She’s the one who cooked. I simply offered to help lay the table. I don’t think that’s anything to thank me for, but I smile graciously.
“Thank you for allowing me to stay and being so hospitable. I really appreciate it,” I say. “Despite being human, you welcomed me into your home and made me feel like I’m one of you.”
She pauses and smiles. “You are part of this family, a
