Why does my skin crawl at these mere thoughts?
Joana pov
The noise behind me suddenly died down. I stopped running, bent over, hands on my knees, gasping for air as I stared at the black marble floor beneath me.
I screamed when I noticed a crude zombie carving engraved into the floor.
My body jolted. I clutched my chest, forcing myself to breathe, to calm the frantic pounding of my heart.
But then, another heartbeat echoed through the space.
Loud. Heavy.
Panic wrapped its fingers around my shoulders.
'Zein!' I was going to call his name but I sank my teeth in my bottom lips, second after realizing that I would be putting myself in trouble.
But this is scarier than I'd imagined it, and now? I want this to stop.
Where could Zein be?
What if this was not Zein's plan and we've mista
