Chapter 94

“No.”

“Zane—”

“No.” He stands, tightening his hold on Enzo as if someone might rip the boy out of his arms. “Don’t you think we have to talk about this first?”

I drag a hand down my face, fingers trembling, skin still burning everywhere Vance touches me.

My spine sinks into the couch, but my eyes never leave Zane.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. I didn’t know he was here either.

What am I supposed