Chapter 316

The warmth of sticky blood, the chill of the surgical knife, and the sharp scent of disinfectant—Maeve felt as though she was reliving her own death. "Did you have a nightmare?" It was Zion's deep voice. Maeve realized that she had been leaning against his shoulder. "I fell asleep…" Maeve's eyes felt heavy with exhaustion. Philip's surgery wasn't over yet. Zion said calmly, "I'll take you home. My people will still be here keeping watch." Maeve shook her head. "I'm afraid that something will happen to Uncle Phil." Philip was her only family left in the world. Zion lightly tapped Maeve on the forehead. She rubbed her head and asked, "Why did you hit me?" "Go home and rest. I'll bring you back early in the morning." "But—" "Staying here won't help. Besides, after the surgery, Mr. Scott will need to rest too." "But—" "No buts." Zion's tone was firm, but Maeve knew that he was being as gentle as he could be. "Fine… Let's go." Maeve got into the car with Zion. However, she not