Chapter 82. Array of Thoughts

Zayne’s POV

My hands tapped on the steering wheel repeatedly, instead of bailing out of the car. Yesterday, John urged me to pay a visit to Jeremy at the hospital. And today, I decided to.

But at the very moment when I was supposed to alight, I started to doubt my decision.

Maybe it was that faint, stubborn pulse of conscience that wouldn’t die, no matter how much I wanted it to.

I didn’t want to admit it—not even to myself—but I did feel something about his arm.

Because I knew why it had happened.

The memory came uninvited, slamming into my mind like an echo that wouldn’t fade. Lord Dante had punished Jeremy because of me.

I could still remember it like it was yesterday—the way Jeremy’s breath had broken through gritted teeth. All because he beat me up that night… after Maxton died.

Maxton.

I hadn’t meant for him to die. God knows I hadn’t. I’d only wanted to outsmart the boy, and maybe I was a little desperate too. I had