RAINE’S POV
Zayne’s words hit me like a slap I didn’t see coming.
I wasn’t sure which emotion came first. Fear? Anger? Jealousy? Sadness? Probably all of them, crashing into me all at once like tidal waves that were drowning me.
I realized I was on my feet and I couldn’t remember when I stood up. Staring back at my phone screen. Zayne held my gaze, unaware he’d ripped my heart in pieces with that sentence.
My brain wouldn’t stop spinning. Was that why Cyril was acting up? Was he setting me free so he could settle down with Diane—to make things right for Zayne? If that was the reason, how could I even hate him for it?
He’d be doing the responsible thing. The selfless thing and I hated that it made sense.
Zayne’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Once I’m eighteen, I’m gonna be out
