“Does it hurt?” Zane cradles Courtney's bandaged arm, splotches of blood on the wool.
“What do you think, Zane?” Courtney answers rudely, her shoulder cramping from where she had been shot.
“I'm sorry, it was a stupid question,” Zane continues to draw loving circles on her back, he looks away from her and at the door, thinking of how he would apologise without causing her pain.
“I'm sorry about Astrid. I don't know—I didn't think she was capable of such,” Zane says in a cautious and patronising voice.
Astrid may be a liar and a cheat but he never pictured her for someone so mean and devious.
What would he have done if anything happened to Courtney?
There’s no way he’s letting Astrid get away with this, she’ll pay and dearly too.
Courtney clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes at him s
