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Caleb's POV ~ I crack an eyelid open only to hiss and slap a hand over my face immediately. A sharp beam of light already pierce through the gap in the curtains and is stabbing directly into my pupil. My head feels heavy but I sit up and swiftly look over at the small bed in the corner. Zane is nowhere to be found. The sheets are pulled up neat which means he’s been up for a long time. Is Zane avoiding us? I assume it's just because Cade told Zane we have our scary bone-breaking training today.

Turkeys, ducks, I even saw a fat geese, and also a very beautiful peacock with all kinds of feathery creatures just wandering around like they owned the place. Every fenced house I passed had at least one bird. Either walking proudly across the road or swooping right over my head. Brushing away a trickle of sweat running down my chin, I walked into the living room and came to an abrupt stop at the sight before me. Zane was sitting on one of the couches, dressed casually in grey joggers and a long sleeve black compression shirt that hugged his frame. AirPods nestled in his ears, his attention was fixed intently on the tablet in his hands. He was so absorbed that he didn't react to my presence

My fingertips felt chilled as I took the document. Landon's plan was meticulous and efficient. He needed me to weaponize my understanding of Zane and the latter's lingering guilt toward me to create an opportunity. I dialed Zane's number and made my voice sound slightly tired, like I was pretending to be calm. "Zane, my mom and dad are very worried about you. Have you been doing okay lately?" On the other end, Zane's hoarse voice was flooded with surprise and despair. "Sadie, you're finally answering my call!

My hand instinctively moved between my thighs, gently rubbing my sensitive clit as memories of Zane destroying me flooded my mind. The bathroom door suddenly opened. I froze. Zane stepped inside, still fully dressed, holding a stack of my books he’d 'borrowed' earlier. His steel-grey eyes immediately darkened as they landed on my wet, naked body behind the glass. "Fuck…" he muttered, dropping the books on the counter without caring where they landed. "Zane..." I started, but he was already stripping. His shirt came off, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Then his pants dropped, and his massive, thick cock sprang free, already rock hard and angry.

Zane nodded, the matter closed, and finished his sandwich. * * * After lunch Zane found the gift shop with the instinct children have for gift shops regardless of how well concealed they are, and Marcus, without being asked and without looking at me for confirmation, said yes when Zane held up a book about deep sea creatures that was considerably more detailed than the one he already had. Zane said, "Thank you, Marcus," with the careful courtesy my mother had built into him, and then, after a moment, said, "Is it alright if I call you something else."

“I know what you see when you look in the mirror. A liar. A coward. A girl wearing a dead man’s guilt like perfume. You think Jaxon will love the broken pieces, but you and I both know that they’re not broken. They’re true.” She hung up, but her hands shook for hours. The dreams started next. Gabriel standing in a dark hallway, eyes hollow. Whispering words she couldn’t hear, pointing behind her. She’d turn and Zane would be there, smiling and whispering back. She stopped sleeping. On the fifth day, Zane sent a package. A book. Her favorite, Wuthering Heights. The pages were dog-eared. Annotated. Except they weren’t her notes, they were Gabriel’s.

If that were to happen, he would have no one but himself to blame, but it would be pretty amusing. That was Zane’s one character flaw. He was too nice and didn’t think much of the feelings of others. It was a good trait to have, but it was also a double-sided sword. Where it made one feel good, it hurt another. And it looked like I wasn’t the only one thinking this, as when I look at where Nol stands, I see a look of anger on his face. Smirking, I hug Zane’s shirt closer to myself as we stop in front of a car.

she blurted, eyes wide. Zane raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say you were.” “You’re thinking it.” A slow grin crept onto his face. “Now I am.” Maya cursed under her breath and snatched the last book from his hand. “This school is a nightmare.” Zane leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “It’s entertaining, if you don’t take it too seriously.” “I don’t want to be part of the entertainment,” she snapped, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Chapter 11 Attack WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Walking deeper into the forest, Zane arrived at her hidden cottage. Feeling a little tired physically and emotionally, she decided to rest inside. Lying down the wooden bed, Zane came up with a reckless idea. Frustratedly pulling her hair while groaning in annoyance.

I needed to stop talking to him. Zane: I'm making you uncomfortable. You don't know me. I get it. But give it time, pretty soon you'll have everything about me memorized, maybe by then your judgment won't be clouded by what you see on the internet and you'll see me, just me. Fallon: And who is Zane Andrews? He didn't reply back right away. Zane: Sometimes, I think, he's still the scared little boy who was abandoned by his sisters and dropped off in foster care when the love of his life died.