Chapter 113. Hot Seat

Jeremy’s POV

Here I was—offering my damn blood for someone I had sworn to be enemies with forever. I used to think I wouldn’t care if Zayne died. In fact, there were times I had wanted it to be by my hands—if he was ever going to die.

But here I was…

Every eyes in the room burned into me after offering to donate my blood for him. I knew they were just as surprised as myself. I wished I really didn’t care how it would end with him. Newsflash—I still had a soft small spot hidden faraway for Zayne.

It was the kind of softness that years of friendship, growing up together like brothers, sharing meals, friends, assets, and even women, had built.

“Are you sure you want to? Your arm is still…” Teyana’s shaky voice sounded from a distance.

“Yes, I want to.” I didn’t allow my gaze linger on her. Didn’t want to see the fear on her face.

My eyes flicked involuntarily toward my father—John. He didn’t say anything, just gave me that unreadable loo