Chapter 169

Zane's POV 

Die. Die. Die.

That's all I could think of. It's the only word that filled my subconscious.

Everyday without her was excruciating, it felt like my heart was getting skewered in my chest. Images of her face were the only constant thing in my mind whether my eyes were open or closed, she was the only person I could see.

Artem tormented me endlessly, reminding me of my failure to protect the only thing that was important.

I didn't know what was worse, waking up daily or having to deal with Isla. She wouldn't let me live and wouldn't let me die either. What did I ever do to her? Did my punishment really have to be this cruel?

I sit by the window clutching my most precious possession in the world, Jaselyn's photograph. Isla tried to force it out of my hands once and it fell down, causing the surface of the frame to crack. I had lashed out so much that day that I had to be contained and was sedated.

Since then, Isla hasn't