Chapter 20

Zachary

Daphne ran back into her house the moment our bodies separated, her footsteps retreating fast—as though she was running from more than just me.

The faint flush on her cheeks replayed in my mind, stirring something dangerous in my chest. I’d grown so used to her hatred that seeing her flustered felt unreal, like a mistake my heart wasn’t supposed to witness.

“She’s going to be the death of me, and I know it already,” I said to myself, walking into the local gym.

I left her house an hour ago and I’ve not been able to breathe or do anything without Daphne’s face or name popping up in my head. The insane urge to get her to forgive me had even tripled.

The bond didn’t even mind that it’d take a while before our relationship would smooth out, it wanted me to make up with her and get her to be mine as soon as possible.

I had to take the fastest route to the gym, hoping a workout would be enough to clear my mind.

But even before I ste