Chapter 59 Protect What Is Mine

• I had spent the night watching Zayne sleeping, knocking heartwarming feelings in my chest which I knew were a result of the drug not truly his emotions.
• Yet the echoes of his whispered confessions played on a loop in my mind. “I hate hurting you.” “I had to be the villain.”
• But when his eyes finally opened, his sapphire eyes were no longer glazed with ecstasy or childishness. It was clouded with a dark, infuriated frown.