Chapter 59

Zoey's POV

I correct. It wasn't funny. It was a pity. It's a shame because humanity has already had enough problems under the wings of Donald Trump, Putin, and Helene Fischer. Wasn't it then a point of honor to get Zane out of the way and thus solve another problem?

“What are you thinking about again," Killian leaned his body further to the side, forcing me to slowly take my head off his shoulder. We looked at each other briefly.

“I support killing Zane. "Long and painful," I sighed, a little louder than I intended.

Well done, now the whole library has probably heard it.

"Really? Brilliant, I stole a great new scalpel from the hospital wing, a little wheel, it makes such nice points in the skin," a young voice suddenly enthused behind me. Confused, I turned around and my facial muscles froze for a moment.

"Mortan," I stammered quietly and looked at the boy. His short hair was unkempt and messy, and his brown eyes stared at me blan