“He’s fine,” I snapped, wishing I could burn the world to make it so. “He’s Mr. fucking Fine.” And the horrifying truth hit me in that moment—a truth I could never tell Zane without losing my right to stay by his side and protect him. Somehow—through my own hubris, or chance, or the fucking Ventdestinian winds of fortune—Zane Hendley had crawled under my impenetrable professional walls… and burrowed himself claws-deep in my heart.
