Chapter 55 The Weight Of The Past

• Zoey's POV
• The sound of dripping water lingers in the distance, a slow and rhythmic echo in the silence. My eyes flutter open, the bruised skin on my cheek a painful reminder of what happened just before I lost consciousness. My heart stutters in my chest, a fearful thrum that vibrates with the terror of what I saw—and what I thought I saw. The confusion creeps in like a cold fog. Could it have been real? Or was it just a twisted product of fatigue, of the Moonbane root that had been pumped into my system.
• I try to reassure myself, I tell myself it’s not possible. Even if Zach is alive, he wouldn’t hurt me. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t do something like this.