Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Three

Zeke

I needed a hot drink to calm my racing heart.

I didn't turn, even as I heard Qyle's footsteps follow me to another part of the field.

This place was a dimension which Kai had created with his shadowing skills. We were still on the battle ground, and Xavier was still lurking around. But we'd bought ourselves some time.

It was taking me time to wrap my heart around the fact that Mirah had actually tried to stab me with a dagger. Even though I knew it wasn't her doing.

“Would you be fine if she returns?” He asked softly behind me, and I tensed further.

I tucked my hands into my pocket. “I don't know. At the moment, my chest is burning.” I said hoarsely.

“From the wound?” He asked, and I heard the leaves rustle beneath his feet.

I turned to face him. “My heart,” my voice dropped, and I fell to my knees. I was feeling double pain.

From my pain and hers.

“It feels like it has been ripped into smithereens. I can't breathe.” I willed myself to sto