Zeke POV
I sat beside the bathtub; my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. My jaw ached from grinding my teeth, but the rage boiling inside me was impossible to contain. The only thing keeping me from storming straight to Neo's office and ripping his throat out was her.
Sky.
Her body—once untouchable, once something I thought could never be broken—was wrecked.
Bruises covered her pale skin, dark purple splotches spreading across her arms, ribs, and thighs. The sight of them made my stomach churn. She should never look like this. A few cuts still bled into the bathwater, staining the once-clear surface with streaks of red.
I swallowed hard.
"I should have stopped him." The words left me in a whisper, barely audible, but they carried the weight of my failure.
