The drive back from the Manor was a suffocating vacuum of silence. Zayden’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel of his black SUV, his jaw so tight I feared the bone might snap. The forest flew by in a blur of skeletal branches, but for once, the shadows didn't scare me. It was the man beside me—the man who was supposed to be my protector, yet looked like he was mourning my funeral.When we reached his private cabin, a secluded structure of glass and dark cedar perched on the edge of a cliff, he didn't move. He sat staring into the dark."Zayden," I said, my voice echoing in the small space. "Talk to me.""I should have run further," he whispered, his voice a jagged shard of glass. "The moment I saw you on that road, I should have vanished. I should have let you believe I was just a trick of the light.""But you didn't." I reached out, my fingers hovering over his arm. "Because you couldn't."He turned to me then, and the raw, unfiltered hunger in his golden eyes made my bre
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