Chapter 275
- And today, he’d blown up at Zayla Steele over those photos, forced himself on her, made her hurt, made her cry.
- He was nothing but—an animal.
- Joaquin Latham didn’t know how long he sat outside. He stared, hollow-eyed, at the thin strip of light upstairs. His whole body looked emptied out, like his soul had slipped away. Only the ache in his chest kept reminding him he was still alive.