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She’s fine. She isn’t hurt.
I saved her this time.
Nikolai approaches with concern etched on every line of his face. He reaches out to touch her forehead, smiling to reassure her. “Fuck, Zanae, what happened?”
She leans on me for support, and I lift her up in my arms, “We’ll talk later. Just get me out of here.”
I take her out of the basement and place her in the car, carefully, as if she could shatter under my hands.
The drive to the penthouse was filled with silence. I was gripping the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white. Nikolai, glances between us, and I think that he understood immediately the change in my eyes; the dark obsession is being consumed by the desire to keep her safe, but he didn’t say anything.
And I appreciate that, because I don’t even know what to think.
A few minutes later we finally reached the penthouse, and I carried her out of the car, gently placing her on the couch. “Rest.”
She’s exhausted and weak, but even a small amount of color returns to her eyes. “I’m in good hands,” she smiles, sadly.
“You are, now.”
I leave them alone because I have to make sure Alonzo is still securely bound in the basement after sending one of my men there. After my call, I went back to where my Zanae was resting on the couch. Nikolai is at her side, trying to make her smile.
I approached her one last time before going out. “I won’t be long.”
She just nods. And I caress her cheek, unable to control myself, and promise, “I’m coming back to you.”
25
ZANAE
Breathe Zanae, you’re fine.
Elijah got you.
You’re fine.
Elijah
I’m consumed by the need to remain by her side, especially now. But my thirst to avenge her eclipses all kinds of emotions.
I knew that seeing her frequently at the beginning of this alliance would be dangerous, but not just for her or for me – it’s a danger to the entire world.
The thought of her being alone, scared, the fucking isolation, the memories from her past— it makes me fucking insane.
I am heading towards the place where he is currently held. The only image in my mind is her expression when she saw me coming.
Brown, honey, fucking gold.
I only see the color of her amber eyes, I can’t see black nor red, it’s just her etched in every fucking part of my mind. I play with the star between my fingers, as if it could bring me calm. But it’s just worse than before. This organization deserves to be punished. They really do.
I will do everything in my power to ensure she never finds herself in that state again even if I must be glued to her. It’s a good idea actually.
The boundaries between vengeance and madness are blurred, and I find myself wondering what is out of the question for me to do to save her.
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
My phone rings when I arrive where Alonzo is waiting for me – it’s Niko.
“She’s doing better. She’s a tough one.”
