Chapter 356

• Joaquin Latham rushed forward and swept Zayla Steele into his arms. He rubbed his cheek against her blood-smeared face, trying to feel her faint, fragile breath.
• “You’re so damn foolish.” Under the odd stares around them, Joaquin held Zay. His steps were uneven, his face panicked and helpless like a kid.
• This was exactly what Joaquin had always feared: once Zay recovered those memories, her faith would collapse. Like this, she was a living dead.