Chapter 79. Visitor's Pass

Luke

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. It's happening to me right now, except I’m not dying. But it sure feels like it. How had I been so stupid? I let my anger get the best of me, and now that witch is hospitalized.

Sara. The name burns through my mind like an acid. My fists clench against the sheets. All she needed was a reason to make my life miserable, and I gave it to her on a platter of gold.

I rake a hand through my hair, staring at the ceiling, as if the textured white paint can offer some sort of divine answer. It doesn’t. My mind replays yesterday in flashes: her smug face, the way her voice dripped with condescension, how my chest tightened as she spoke like Juan’s death was nothing more than an unfortunate mishap in her charmed life.

The anger had felt like a living thing inside me, roaring to life with every word she said. And now she’s in a hospital bed, unconscious.

I groan, turning ont