Zayne’s POV
The sound of her body hitting the floor was sickeningly soft, like a bag of sand dropped onto thick carpet. It was not the sharp, loud crash I expected. It was a heavy, quiet collapse. That quietness was the worst noise I had ever heard.
I reacted instantly. My mind, which had been cruel and analytical just a second ago, went completely blank, replaced by a pure, physical terror. I moved fast, dropping to my knees beside her.
Sky was still. Too still. Her face, which had been flushed with shame and desire moments before, was a sickly, dead white. Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t moving.
“Sky!” I shouted her name, my voice cracking. I grabbed her shoulder, careful not to hurt her, and tried to turn her over.
She was limp. Completely without tension. The expensive charco
