Chapter 44: The Reveal

I pulled away from his hold. “Let’s talk,” I said, my voice low but steady.

Zane paused and looked at me. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to tell you something. It’s very, very important Zane, and I've talked myself out of telling you so many times, but I really have to say it.”

Noting the grim expression on my face, he walked to the door and locked it shut. The door clicked, sealing us inside the room. I could still see the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again. “Come here.”

His office was dimly lit, cool, and strangely impersonal. A sleek desk sat in the middle of the room, a wall of bookshelves behind it. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, its lights blinking softly through the glass.

I sank into the chair opposite his desk, fingers curling into the plush leather armrest as I searched for the right words, any words, to explain the truth without tearing him apart.

Zane sat down heavily behind his desk, elbows on the polished wo