Chapter 15

Lunnette POV

From the moment my door had banged against the walls to the point when Zarek’s screams had started echoing through the walls, my heart had been in my throat, and it had stayed there.

I sat frozen in the corner of my room after they had dragged him out, hugging my knees to my chest, trying to focus on anything but the sounds of agony pouring through the corridor.

I had never heard Zarek scream like that before. He had shouted at me a few times in a deep commanding tone, but this was different; it was as if he had been filled with raw, unbridled agony.

He was hurting—I wasn't sure what it was—but I couldn't help; I was afraid I would only make him worse.

Another roar echoed from the corridor again, and I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails bit into my palms; the pain was a welcome distraction.

If I focused on that, maybe I could block him out.

I tried to breathe, in and out, slow and steady, just like Curtis had shown me. But I only managed shallow breaths.

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