Chapter 144
- Zarek’s POV
- “Zarek!” Zara’s voice cracked like lightning as she pulled me against her, lowering us to the ground. Her hands pressed against my side, trembling, sticky with my blood. The smell was thick, coppery, and suffocating.
- “Still breathing,” I muttered, forcing my lips into a smirk even though every word clawed at my chest. “Don’t write me off just yet.”