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Dazed, disorientated, I can’t stand straight, my legs unable to take my weight.
Zayn.
I look around for Zayn only to see him hunch over somebody, hitting them repeatedly.
I push away this other man and stumble towards him, not caring about the blood spilling down my face, my hand stretched out, a broken moan escapes my lips. “Zayn.”
He freezes.
And then I collapse.
And he is there, lifting me up, holding me, whispering something in my ear.
And all I think, at that moment, is that he smells like home.
19
Zayn
I stare at Eve’s unconscious form lying so damn still on the hospital bed.
The last time I kept guard on her like this was when she had succumbed to the fever.
Rage still courses through me, the monster inside me furious, demanding blood.
Philip showed up at my office and invited himself to lunch.
Maybe it was a good thing he was there.
When I entered the studio, the sounds had not registered in my brain till I walked inside to see a man kicking Eve, who was just curled up around herself protectively, making sounds that I never want to recall again as long as I live.
Thomas Richards is fighting for his life in the other room, two policemen guarding his door.
I hunch over in the chair, my fingers clenched in my hair as despair overtakes me for a few moments.
The doctor said she had severe internal bleeding, three ribs broken.
She had nearly hemorrhaged on the operating table. They managed to save her.
They said that she was lucky to be alive, that the kicks were well aimed, as if to inflict maximum damage.
Despite everything they did, Eve still hasn’t woken up.
Philip and Fergus are outside, with Henry. Agatha is managing the reporters keeping them at bay.
Charlotte and Sarah took Mila with them. Ian is with them to keep reporters away who are sniffing around.
How could I have let Eve go anywhere alone?
I should have looked up Thomas instead of trying to run around winning her damn trust!
Now she is lying unconscious, her body beaten, not waking up, and I don’t know what to do.
A quick text from Agatha has me glancing at it.
“Don’t check the news.”
I have no plans to.
