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He’s getting stronger.

The words of warning. This is it. This is what Lily was trying to warn us about.

“Zayne.” I let out a hoarse whisper.

But he doesn’t hear me, as he’s too busy choking the man.

“ZAYNE!” I try to yell as best I can, and he looks back at me, the man's blood trickling down his arm.

“It’s Jasper,” I croak out.

“Jasper has him possessed.”

Zayne’s eyes widen in shock, and he looks back at the man.

A haunting laugh gurgles from the man’s mouth, as his soulless eyes fixates on Zayne.

Zayne lets go of the man, and the man slumps against the wall.

“You can’t hide from me forever, boy,” he says.

But before he can say another word, Zayne lays a final punch and knocks the guy out.

Zayne steps back to me, crouching down as he tucks my hair behind my ear.

“Are you ok, Myssa?” he asks with fear in his eyes, taking inventory of my neck and what I’m sure are bruises forming from the man's grasp.

“I’m fine,” I say, taking his hand.

He guides me back up and lets me lean on him while I walk over to a table.

“Fucking asshole. I can’t believe he came to this side.” Aggravation laces my hoarse voice.

Zayne helps me up on the table, and he grabs a chair before sitting in front of me, gently examining my face and my neck.

“I’m ok,” I reassure him again, but wince a little when his fingers find the tender spots.

“I felt you,” he says. “I heard you screaming for me.” With shaky hands, he examines me cautiously. “If anything would have happened to you.” He pauses, looking down as I see tears fall to the floor.

I lean down and rest my forehead on his. “It didn’t,” I whisper.

“But if I was a few minutes later…”

I cup his face in my hand, and he leans into my touch.

“But you weren’t,” I say softly.

He closes his eyes for a moment. “But?—”

“Zayne,” I cut him off. He looks up at me with guilt in his eyes.

“I’m ok,” I whisper.

He pushes up from the chair, bends down, and kisses me so softly, as if I’m a delicate doll. I deepen the kiss, and we’re interrupted by a cough next to us.

Knox stands there, relief in his eyes.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says.