I didn’t go back to my room to pack. I didn’t need anything but my keys and the cold, hollow determination sitting in my chest.
Blake was leaning against the wall in the hallway, his arms crossed. He didn’t ask what happened. He’d heard the shouting. He’d heard the crying. He looked at me, seeing the dead expression on my face, and he just nodded once.
“We’re leaving?” Blake asked, his voice low.
“Now,” I said. “Get the car. We’re heading straight back to the academy territory.”
“Zayne, it’s three in the morning. Your father—”
“My father will understand when the Vane Alpha is neutralized,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the quiet hallway like a blade. “He wants me to watch her break? I’m going to make sure he never sees the sun rise again. I’m ending this, Blake. Tonight.”
Blake
