Chapter 82 To Serve Justice

• From afar, I could feel Zayne’s wrath, the fervent fire of revenge. He had sworn to cross a line I would never let him. All I could do was pray.
• I had no idea to what extent I could trust Antler with my request, but my dread for Zayne was keeping me awake at night.
• I woke up at 3:00 AM, the apparition kick of Carmine still haunting my dreams and the worst part was that the bed beside me was cold, again.