Zeden’s POV
Fuck.
The fact that I couldn’t stay away from the window—couldn’t stop thinking about her—pissed me off more than anything.
I couldn’t see her. But f**k, I felt her.
Every organ in my body was on fire. Was I waiting for her knees to snap? For them to scream and crack from the pressure until she couldn't stand again? Or maybe… maybe I just wanted the rain to tear through her skin, bite into her bones until she broke.
Or maybe... I just wanted to make sure she was still f*****g breathing.
I paced like a lunatic. Like a goddamn fool.
All over a stubborn, disobedient girl who should've meant nothing.
Damn it.
I slammed my fist into the edge of the study table. Wood splintered beneath my knuckles, but the pain didn’t register. Not enough.
Sleep was impossible. Rest didn’t
