Zane's POV
“No.” My voice cracked like a whip. “You’re not meeting him alone. You’re not going anywhere near that bastard.”
She stepped closer, placing her hand over my chest, right where my curse used to burn hottest.
And again… everything softened.
“Zayne,” she whispered, “He has answers.”
“He has traps,” I snarled. “And you are not walking into one.”
Her eyes lifted to mine, filled with stubborn fire. “We need the truth.”
“We need you alive.”
Silence stretched between us; it was thick, sharp, threaded with fear neither of us wanted to name.
I looked away, unable to hide the raw emotion scraping through me.
“Aurora… This curse, this rage… I’m barely controlling it. Last night, you were the only thing that kept me from tearing Jake apart. If you walk into a trap, if something
