SONYA'S POV
I spend the next hour working on the zip ties using a rusty nail I found on the floor.
It's a slow, painful process. The plastic digs into my wrists, and I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding. But slowly, gradually, I feel them starting to give.
Come on, come on...
My fingers are cramping, slick with blood and sweat. Every scrape of the nail against the plastic sends jolts of pain up my arms, but I can't stop. I won't stop.
The alternative is letting Zane win. Letting him use me to hurt Reign. And after everything, after the lake, after his confession, after finally understanding what we could be together, I refuse to be the weapon that destroys him.
Even if I'm still angry. Even if the betrayal about the curse still throbs like an open wound.
I... I love him.
The realization hi
