Chapter 24
Kane
Zandra had been one of those rare natural beauties back in high school. I remembered really seeing her for the first time. She was a sophomore, probably fourteen or fifteen. Her hair wasn’t very long, just shoulder-length, a rich chestnut brown color with golden strands that would catch the sun now and then.
She’d been walking outside, along the sidewalk. Alone, with books in her arms covering a chest that hadn’t blossomed yet, she kept her eyes on the ground in front of her.
I’d brushed my shoulder against hers as we’d passed each other, and she didn’t even blink an eye or look my way at all. She’d merely whispered a timid, “Sorry,” as if it was her fault.
Stopping in my tracks, I’d turned around to watch her walk away and had wondered what the hell was up with her. W
