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Chapter 43

ZOE

Spencer was beside me, promising me the world when Kane stepped up behind him and punched him in the back of the head.

He’d never seen it coming.

When he slumped forward into my lap, I screamed and I couldn’t stop. His eyes were wide open and unblinking. Within seconds they were glassy and my heart died. I wanted to die.

As chaos ensued around us, I knew Spencer was gone.

I didn’t need a doctor to tell me.

I knew.

I felt it.

My heart felt it.

I didn’t move.

I couldn’t.

It took all of my strength to raise my eyes and watch as Derek tackled Kane to the ground and slapped the handcuffs on him. Once he was secure, Derek looked over at me sadly.

“Zoe…” His voice was broken.

Everything was broken.

Everyone was.

I don’t know what happened after that. When I woke up I was back where it all started. Lying in a hospital bed, a needle in my arm, and a harsh white light blinding me. My hand was wrapped in warm fingers. Forcing my eyes to focus, I saw Derek by my bedside.

“I’m so sorry, Zoe. I never imagined…” his voice trailed away as the tears flowed.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. It didn’t really matter. Nothing did. I mean, what could I say anyway? Spencer was gone. And Kane was a monster. Things couldn’t get any worse.