IF SHE were to count the number of times she had passed out over the last couple of weeks as a piece did silver, she'd make a wealth out of.
Little things freaked her out, and having that man have his heart ripped out was certainly one of them.
As she opened her eyes, the world spun for a moment, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. For the hundredth time, she ran her mind through the events of the day.
She felt a bit stupid that she had made herself look stupid, the image of the man's heart flashed across her mind again.
His heartbeat was right there in Zayn's hands for those brief seconds.
It would take a barbarian to do that to another man, and that was what she had found about this man. He was barbaric.
She wished in herself that she had escaped having to watch this man
