Chapter 305
- With every question Zayla Steele forced out, her chest tore a little more. The crack in that hidden wound kept ripping wider, slick with pain, swallowing her whole.
- She felt crushed. They’d been so close, and yet the thing tying them together was a lie. Now that lie lay in pieces, and there was nothing left between them.
- Like a sun-bleached stone—looks solid, but one squeeze and it crumbles.