48: Poisoned

“Come in” Zion called from the other side of the door and I push it open. I decided to take their advice and confront him myself. This was risky because he might end up not telling me and move whatever he was hiding before I could find out but I could no longer act as though I didn't care because curiosity was killing me.

“Hey sweetheart, do you need anything?” Zion stands up from his seat and walks around the table to place a kiss on my lips and forehead before drawing me into his arms

“Definitely not your kisses or hug” I laugh when he only squeezes me tighter instead of giving me a reply.

“You need it sweetheart” I pull away from him to flick him on his forehead

“Stop being a brat” I muse

“Fine. What do you want? Is something wrong with you?”

“No, I'm fine” I push past him to take a seat because somehow, I feel I need to sit to discuss this.

“Something’s wrong?” He drags the chair beside me so it was now facing me before sitting on it.

“I don't know what to think so I'm askin