AMARA’S POV
I don’t know how my legs carried me toward the car. Everything inside me was trembling….not from fear, but from the weight of what I had just learned.
I had never imagined Zed carrying so much trauma… so much darkness quietly buried under his cold calm. And now that I finally knew, something inside me cracked open.
When he said “You can leave now”, something inside me twisted painfully. Leave? After everything?
No.. I couldn’t.
So I did the only thing my heart pushed me to do.
I opened the car door, hands shaking, and grabbed the small silver hairpin lying on the seat. It looked delicate… but the tip was sharp. Cold. Perfect for what I needed.
With the pin in my hand, I walked back to him. His shoulders were tense, his head slightly bowed….as if he was fighting every sec
