Chapter Twenty-Three
Zane’s POV
I shut the heavy bedroom door as quietly as I could, letting the thick wood click into place. The room behind me was dead silent now. Laila was fast asleep on my king-sized bed, wrapped in the dark silk sheets, her small body completely exhausted from the panic and the alcohol.
I rubbed my hand over my face, resting my forehead against the cool wooden door for a long second. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a caged beast. The sweet, warm scent of her skin—a sharp mix of vanilla and pure fear—was still clinging to my throat, suffocating me.
I needed a drink. I needed something cold and strong to wash her out of my system before my wolf pushed me to do something we would both regret.
I turned away and walked down the dimly lit hallway toward th
