Chapter 148

• Zayne’s hand was fisted in my collar, snarling at me. “Stay back, man,” he barked, shoving me a step away from her. “What the fuck is that? Have you lost your damn mind?”
• I froze for half a second, suddenly feeling what I’d done catching up like a delayed punch to the gut. Milicent’s glare cut was sharp enough to cut through steel. It hurt. Before I could find the right words, she spun on her heel and stormed off.
• “Milicent—” I started, reaching, but Zayne’s arm slammed across my chest, stopping me.