Chapter 448

• Zayla Steele knelt on the floor, straining to tilt her face up toward the man in front of her. She wanted so badly to catch hold of him, but the man standing over her stepped back.
• Zay’s face twisted between a laugh and a sob, tears flooding her cheeks. Her body gave out. With a rumble of thunder, she tipped backward and crashed to the ground, all breath gone.
• Tears slid from the corners of her eyes into her mouth. Joaquin Latham’s lips parted. The taste hit him—thick, bitter, harsher than any medicine he’d ever swallowed.