Page 90 of Nemesync
This time.
He fucking said, this—time.
He looks up at me, stressed, scared, fucking terrified, and adds, “Are you going to kill me?”
Darkness creeps into my eyes when I seize him by the neck, my grip suffocating. Who the fuck was that ‘she’ he was talking about?
“Oh, I won’t kill you. I’m going to make you wish for death,” I promise.
Knocking him out and pushing him on the ground, I start descending into the depths of the warehouse.
The air is colder here.
A brown door appears at the end of the staircase, and I swing it open.
These fucking cold sweats again.
1-2-3.
There’s a faint light.
4-5-6.
A silhouette.
7-8-9.
A small breath.
10.
Amber eyes.
My heart skips a beat when I see my Zanae bound and battered but looking at me with weary eyes filled with relief and gratitude.
“You’re here,” she whispers, her voice so low, so hurt.
“Zanae…”
I’ll always come after her.
I feel a surge of protectiveness, ferocity even, toward her. I know that her health was deteriorating due to her hypoglycemia, and I know for sure this fucker didn’t give her anything to eat.
“Nikolai will be here soon. Hold on, Zanae.”
I anxiously awaited Nikolai’s arrival to get her home.
She manages a weak smile, marking her little dimples that I fucking adore, “I almost got him with the knife, but he drugged me.”
She’s so beautiful. I love her eyes so much that if I had to die, I think remembering them would be the last image that could bring me peace.
They always kept me safe.
My clenched jaw and furrowed brow betrayed my rage, “I’ll make him pay for every moment you’ve suffered.”
She places a trembling hand on my cheek, which tenses at the touch of her fingers, awakening every nerve in me like fireworks. Her hand is cold, but I still feel warmth in her touch. “I know you will.”
Before I can respond, the distant sound of Niko’s car echoes outside. I hold Zanae, so angry but relieved at the same time.
