Chapter 22

  ZAYNE'S POV

  I stared at my hands. They were trembling.

  Me, the man who had stared down the boards and iron-fisted dictators without a flicker of a pulse. Me, whose death-stare was enough to suck a life out of a person.

  And yet, one broken, tear-stained woman had managed to peel back my skin ...

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