-Octavia-
I looked up and saw Zane standing there, a silver knife gleaming in his hand. He wore a dark glove, and the blade caught the light ominously.
“You murderer!” I screamed, springing to my feet.
I was ready to throw myself at him and pummel the bastard, but he merely pointed the knife at me with a cold, detached calm.
“Don’t throw stones when you live in a glass house yourselves, dear sister,” he said darkly. “Remember who tried to kill him first?”
“F*ck you!” I growled, but Zane simply turned and began to walk away.
“Good luck saving him this time,” he said before vanishing down the hallway.
I wanted to follow him so badly, but every fiber of my being forced me to stay. I knelt beside Valerio, whose eyes were closed, tears welling up in mine. I placed my hands on his face.
