Dragging himself out of the hospital, Zane opened his car trunk and pulled out a bottle of alcohol. He twisted off the cap, took a long gulp, then pulled away.
The bitter burn seared his tongue, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil that had been eating him alive since two days ago—from the very beginning of their unpleasant encounter.
"At least I could have stopped them. I could have listened to her and investigated properly instead of abandoning her when she begged to be heard," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly.
Noah glanced around the quiet corridor. "What's with the sudden remorse?" he asked, eyes widening.
Zane raked a hand through his hair. "I don't know how to face her. She might resent me deeply if she knows who I am."
"Who?" Noah pressed.
"Selina," Zane answered. "I swore to stay by her side and protect her, even at the cost of my life. How did we meet again without me realising it? How did I miss the clue?"
Noah looked confused. "What do you mean?"
