My gaze didn’t leave Evan on the screen.
At once, half a dozen of the Villins’ security guards stepped out behind Evan, with guns trained on him.
His jaw clenched.
He spoke into the phone for a moment before he slowly turned to face the guards, lifting his hands up in surrender.
The motion revealed a wound bleeding through his shirt on his back. A bad one, if the blood loss I saw was any sign.
The guards remained where they were, with Evan’s back to us.
I should’ve been relieved that he was hurt, or captured.
I should’ve been glad he couldn’t hurt me.
Instead, all I felt was hollow.
He had lied to me. He had used me. He had threatened and stalked me.
But honestly?
I just wanted to be done with him.
I wanted him gone, but I didn’t want to see him die. I didn’t want to live with that on my conscience any more than I wanted to live with any of the hell he’d put me through.
So, as Zander and his brothers pulled up in front of the house, I turned away from the TV. My best friends recaptured my hands after I turned around.
I let my gaze move over Zander’s house—the place that had started out his, but over time, had becomeours.
The place I felt safe.
“Zander’s going to kill him,” Tatum said quietly. It wasn’t a warning or a threat—it was a statement.
My throat swelled, but I didn’t say a word.
Soon.
It would be over soon.
“It’s done,” Brynn squeezed my hand. “He’s gone.”
I let out a slow breath.
It would take time for me to feel like he was really gone. Like I could pick up my phone without worrying there would be a message from him waiting for me. Like I could go back to living normally.
What would living normally even look like, since I was mated to Zander?
I didn’t know, but I decided I would find out.
…After I spent the afternoon processing everything.
My feet started moving before I realized what I was doing.
“Where are you going?” Brynn checked, falling into step beside me.
“My room. I need time.”
She caught my hand again and squeezed it before she let me go. “We love you, you know.”