(Aaron)
"You shouldn't have just let her go," Zed growled in my head, his voice a low snarl, brimming with fury. "You remember what she did, don't you? To Daisy and Dani? Don’t act like that wasn’t her fault."
"How could I even forget?"
I could never forget even if I wanted. The memories of the past weren’t something that faded—they were carved into bone, seared into the fabric of who I was now.
My hands were still clenched at my sides. I hadn’t even realized it, but blood pricked under my fingernails where I’d dug in too hard.
And I could still hear Samantha’s voice echoing in my ears.
That fake laugh. Those venom-laced words. The smug twist of her mouth when she thought she’d won.
I hated the way she looked at me when she talked about Daisy. The audacity... of standing there, blam
