Chapter 139
- ZARA POV
- My hands trembled. I could barely grip the heavy piece of wood. "Come on, Zara," I whispered to myself, "you've got this. Just breathe." I took a big, shaky breath and lifted the wood. It was a broken-off bedpost, heavy and rough. I held it with both hands, like a baseball bat. Then, I swung it as hard as I could against the door.
- CRACK!