A dull, heavy thud sounded. The skin over his knuckles split open.
Blood welled up immediately, but Zayne didn't feel a thing.
Anya let out a hysterical, sarcastic laugh. "Look at you, Zayne. You lost. You lost everything. Now that she's dead, you're putting on this little show? It's pathetic. Disgusting. Here's the truth—even if you meet her in the afterlife, Aurora will never forgive you. Never."
Her words shredded whatever was left of him, left him bleeding out inside.
And he knew—every word she said was true.
Aurora was never coming back.
The weight of it crushed him. Zayne curled in on himself, clutching his head, making sounds like an animal caught in a trap.
Just one word, over and over, whispered like a prayer. "Sorry... Sorry..."
But somewhere deep down, Zayne still clung
