Chapter 4

Zaria’s POV

The pain in my chest wasn’t just from the crash—it was from the truth.

Every beep of the heart monitor echoed like a countdown. Not to my recovery.

To their end.

Daniel hovered beside me, his hand stiff and cold against mine. Ava paced like a caged predator, her fake tears long gone now that Roman Kade had shown up and made it very clear that they were no longer in control.

Good.

Let them squirm.

I kept my face blank, my expression dull and distant. Like I couldn’t remember. Like my brain was still patching itself together…