NINA’S POV
I wiped my palms on my jeans in some weak attempt to steady the trembling. The corridor to the cell quarters felt too long, too narrow, too suffocating. My heart pounded in my ears as I took slow steps toward the cell that Summer was in. I wasn’t even sure why I had begged Zane to spare her. Maybe I was just tired. Tired of death. Tired of pain. Tired of losing people… even the ones who betrayed me.
The last time I saw her, I had been furious. Now, I just felt… empty.
The guards gave me a look but didn’t stop me. I walked past several prisoners until I saw her curled into herself with her back against the wall and her skin pale, hair soaked and clinging to her face.
“Summer,” I said, quietly.
She flinched, then slowly raised her head. Her eyes widened when they landed on me
