CHAPTER 113 - THE THINGS THAT MATTER

Zander's POV.

Selena was trembling in my arms and I could smell Tristan on her. I felt my heart drop and for the first time in my life I felt genuine fear and rage, fear at what Tristan might have said or done to her and rage at his guts. He touched her.

He fucking touched her.

And now she was trembling in my arms, shaking, sobbing and from how unresponsive she was to Naz's prodding she was out of it, probably lost in the memories of the horrible things Tristan has done to her over the past two months, the disgrace, the burns, the hitting her … I could see it all over her face as she replayed those memories over and over again, sobbing and shaking as I clutched even closer to me. Both to comfort her and to keep myself rooted, otherwise I'd go after Tristan and I would fuck up the plan of spent months crafting, I would kill him, I'd make sure I give the bloodiest death I could ever give a person. And if I could I'd bring him back and kill him all over again.

I look down at the weepy