The soft morning light streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow on the wall and part of the bed. As it shifted, her eyes fluttered open. Instinctively, she raised her hand to shield them from the brightness.
A small smile played on Naomi's lips as she turned slightly, rolling onto her side. Then, like a warm wave, memories of last night came rushing back. The conversation she had with Zylan filled her with a renewed sense of relief—and excitement.
She rose quietly from the bed, but the moment she stood, a wave of dizziness swept over her. Her body swayed unsteadily, and she quickly sat back down, gripping the edge of the mattress for support. Her head spun—light and disoriented. Was it because she had stayed up so late last night?
