Chapter 53

Zoey's POV

I didn't know why it meant so much to him. In the end, I was just a stranger and he was a boy who had an amazing effect on my body. But anyone who looks like that probably would.

We stared, transfixed, as the remains of the victims burned. The silent crowd that had gathered for the funeral slowly thinned out. Not a word was spoken. Some cried. Maybe mothers, sisters, or wives of the fallen.

If I ever fell in an arranged fight, as so many did in Madrid, I wish someone would mourn me too, but things were looking really bad for me. Luka had broken up with me, Zac was on his side and I didn't have any other female friends.

I was alone.

Maybe Zac would shed a tear. After all, he had been my best friend for four years. If I could still call that a best friend.

My gaze went to him. He stood several meters away from us and stared at us. How long had he been doing this? When he noticed me looking at him, he slowly turned his gaz