Chapter Twenty-Four
Zane’s POV
My pulse pounded in my ears like a war drum, deafening and relentless. For a split second, when the heavy bedroom door creaked open down the hall, I thought Laila was going to walk out into the soft glow of the penthouse light and see the disaster unfolding at the bar. My body locked up, every muscle pulled taut as a bowstring, ready to shove Zara completely off me.
But no one emerged. The door remained resting slightly ajar, casting a single silver sliver of bedroom light across the dark hardwood floor before settling back into complete silence. Laila was still inside, asleep, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the living room.
Zara didn't waste the second of hesitation.
Before I could clear the fog from my brain, she seized the advantage. She s
