Disclaimer: the following chapter contains strong explicit scenes.
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They crossed paths in the main hallway, both heading in opposite directions, both stiff and exhausted and unable to bear even one more second of pretending nothing was happening.
“Zayn,” she said sharply—her first word to him in days.
He stopped, stiffening, but didn’t turn.
“I want to go back,” she pushed, her voice trembling not with fear but with a fury that had been simmering far too long. “I want to leave the island. I want to go back to my life. You need to admit that what is happening right now is insanity. You are a rational man so you must see the truth. Please…”
He turned then, slowly, with a coldness that cut like a blade.
“You are free to go,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Once you sign the docum
