Chapter 45 Zeth
Zeth
As we walk through the hallways to meet our fate, I’m actually not all that worried about the head of the Black Talons.
I’m not thinking about what’ll happen to us if Sloane messes this up.
I’m not thinking about what will happen when Alexis spots her sister here, in this hellhole, and gives us both away.
I’m thinking only one thing:
She came to find me.
She was attacked. She defended herself. Saved Lacey.
Drove for two days, and then did something completely baffling.
She ran toward me. She should have run in the opposite direction, but she didn’t.
She straightlined for me like I’m her goddamn savior.
Like I’m capable of fixing everything. Like I’m capable of protecting her.
Like I’m whole enough to hold all of her fractured pieces in place.
And then she went and held me in her arms like that.
Fuck. And just for one terrifying, awful second…
I shake my head, trying not to think it. But it’s a dangerous thought, and it won’t so easily be ignored.
Just for one second there, it felt like she might be capable of gluing me back together, too.