Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Two

Mirah

“Kitten,” A voice called out gently. It was unmistakably Zeke's. I shut my eyes even more tightly. I was probably dreaming.

His hand caressed mine, and I sighed at the feel.

“Who did this to you?”

My eyes jerked open at his hardened voice. He was staring down at me. I wasn't dreaming, like I thought.

“How did-” My lips parted.

After going through a bout of torture from that bastard, he'd thrown me into a cell manned by gargoyles. I'd fallen asleep while crying.

“We fell into his trap,” Hostility shone in Zeke's eyes, and I couldn't help but stretch my hand towards him.

He caught it midway, and gently held with his hands. “Did he do this to you?”

Tears poured out from my eyes, effectively shutting out my ability to respond. I threw myself at him. Thankfully, Xavier hadn't cuffed either of us.

“I knew you'd come. I missed you.” The tears rained down faster.

He tensed for a moment, before his hands went up my back. “Shush, Kitten. I'm here now.”