LOGINZane’s POVStanding outside the operating room felt worse than any battlefield I had ever stepped onto.At least in battle, I could fight.Here?I could do nothing.Nothing but waiting while the woman I loved fought for her life behind those doors.The tension was unbearable. It sat inside my chest like claws, tearing deeper with every passing second. I tried sitting once, but the moment my body touched the chair, I stood again.Pacing was the only thing keeping me sane.Back and forth.Back and forth.The storm outside worsened with every minute, thunder rumbling so loudly it vibrated through the walls of the clinic. Lightning flashed across the windows, bathing the hallway in quick bursts of white before darkness swallowed it again.Winnie sat curled into herself, silently praying under her breath.Nikolas leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, watching me carefully like he was worried I’d snap at any moment.Maybe I would.I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled sharply.
Zane’s POVThe elevator ride was unbearable.Too quiet. Too still. Too slow.Every second stretched thin, dragging against my nerves while my mind spiraled through everything that could go wrong. The metallic hum of the elevator should have been background noise, but instead it pressed into my skull, loud and suffocating.I didn’t speak.Neither did Nikolas.Even Claire remained silent, her eyes fixed ahead like she didn’t trust herself to say anything right now.Good.Because if she had, I might have snapped.The moment the elevator doors slid open, I didn’t wait.I stepped out immediately, my strides long and urgent as Claire led the way down the hallway. The scent hit me before anything else… antiseptic, sharp, clean but beneath it… something else.Fear.Pain.It lingered in the air like a warning.Claire reached the door and pushed it open.And then…“Naya!”Her scream cut through everything.Raw.Broken.Alive.That was all it took.I rushed in without thinking, my chest tighteni
Zane’s POVThe drive felt endless.Every second stretched painfully, like time itself was working against me, dragging its feet while my mind raced ahead, already picturing a hundred different outcomes… none of them good enough, none of them fast enough.“Drive faster,” I snapped, my fingers tapping restlessly against my thigh.Nikolas didn’t even look at me. “We’re already pushing it, Zane.”It wasn’t enough.Nothing felt like enough.By the time the car screeched to a halt in front of the clinic, I didn’t wait. The door barely had time to fully open before I was out, slamming it behind me and storming toward the entrance with a single focus driving every step.Naya.The doors flew open under my push.I didn’t slow down.Didn’t stop.The receptionist barely had time to look up before I passed her, her voice catching in her throat as if she had considered stopping me but thought better of it.Good.Because nothing would have stopped me anyway.I moved through the hallway like I owned
Zane’s POVThere was no ground.At least… that was what it felt like.I stood still, but the world beneath me didn’t feel solid. It felt… uncertain. Like one wrong step would send everything collapsing into nothingness. A thick fog wrapped around me from every direction, swallowing distance, swallowing sound, swallowing everything.I couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead.“Hello?”My voice echoed, but not in the way it should have. It didn’t bounce back with clarity…it dissolved, like it had been absorbed into the mist itself.No answer.I turned slowly, my senses straining, Sagio restless beneath my skin. Something wasn’t right. This wasn’t just a place… it felt like a trap. Like I had been pulled into something I didn’t understand.“Can anyone hear me?” I called again, louder this time.Nothing.Not even wind.Just silence so thick it pressed against my ears.My jaw tightened as unease crept in. I wasn’t used to this…to not knowing, to not being able to control what was around me.
Naya’s POVThere was something almost… normal about the morning.For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t waking up to fear, or pain, or the suffocating weight of unanswered questions pressing against my chest. Just the soft clatter of utensils, the low hum of a kettle, and Winnie’s quiet voice filling the small kitchen.I stood by the counter, slicing vegetables, the rhythmic motion of the knife grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.Winnie leaned against the opposite side, stirring something in a pot, occasionally glancing at me with that soft, watchful look she’d adopted ever since we got here.We talked. About nothing important. About everything.And for a while… I laughed.A real laugh. Not forced. Not hollow.It startled me more than anything else.Because it felt like me.But then… Just like that…it slipped.My hand slowed mid-slice.My mind drifted.Zane.The way his voice used to wrap around my name. The way his presence filled every space, every sil
Zane’s POVThe room felt wrong.Not just empty… and so wrong.Like something that once breathed life into it had been violently ripped out, leaving behind a hollow shell that echoed too loudly with silence. I stood at the doorway longer than I should have, my hand still gripping the handle as if I could rewind time by simply not letting go.She was gone.Not taken.Not stolen.Gone.My eyes dragged slowly across the room, searching… hoping… expecting to see her curled up on the bed, annoyed that I had left, ready to throw one of her sharp words at me just so I could breathe again.But there was nothing.Just that wall.That fucking wall.“Zane, I need space. Please don’t look for me.”The words weren’t just written… they were carved into me. Each letter jagged, uneven, soaked in red that stood out violently against the sterile white. For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn't even think. My body felt like it had forgotten how to function beyond standing there and staring like a man who
Zane’s POV My mother screamed. The sound ripped through my skull, sharp and endless, tearing me out of sleep like claws through flesh. “Zane…!” I jolted upright with a strangled breath, my chest heaving violently as sweat drenched my skin. For a split second, I didn’t know where I was. The roo
Naya’s POVHer piercing eyes shot into mine, venom written so clearly across her face that I instinctively lowered my gaze.I barely had time to breathe before I heard footsteps.They halted.Then her sweet yet venom filled voice broke the silence across the room.“Well! Well!! Well!!!,” she murmur
Zane’s POVHer back hit the wall with a dull thud.The sound should have satisfied something ugly inside me.It didn’t.My hands were braced on either side of her, trapping her in, my body crowding hers, my presence swallowing the small space between us. Rage burned hot in my chest… rage at her aud
Naya’s POVI barely recognized the girl staring back at me from the mirror.She looked… different.Not the frightened, bruised slave girl from Mystic Falls.Not the trembling runaway who had been dragged through tunnels and locked in a lavish cage.This girl looked… almost beautiful.My fingers tre







