~Zayne’s POV~
My hands tapped on the steering wheel repeatedly, instead of bailing out of the car. Yesterday, John urged me to pay a visit to Jeremy at the hospital. And today, I decided to.
But at the very moment when I was supposed to alight, I started to doubt my decision.
Maybe it was that faint, stubborn pulse of conscience that wouldn’t die, no matter how much I wanted it to.
I didn’t want to admit it- not even to myself- but I did feel something about his arm.
Because I knew why it had happened.
The memory came uninvited, slamming into my mind like an echo that wouldn’t fade. Lord Dante had punished Jeremy because of me.
I could still remember it like it was yesterday- The way Jeremy’s breath had broken through gritted teeth. All because he beat me up that night… after Maxto
