Chapter 60

Zachary

The look she gave me last night refuses to leave my head.

It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t disappointing. It was fear. Daphne was afraid of me.

Not of what I might do—

but of what I am.

I had shifted. I had lost control and done something barbaric right in front of her. I can still see the way her eyes widened, the way she stepped back as if I were something dangerous.

I know she will never look at me the same way again.

The drive back home was suffocatingly silent. She kept her gaze fixed outside the window the entire time, even when her hand brushed mine on the console, she pulled away like the contact burned refusing to even glance in my direction. When we arrived, she forced a small smile before stepping out of the car, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

It was fake.

She sees the truth now.

Not the man.

The beast.

A low growl escaped my chest as I tossed on the bed. An hour ago, I sent her a message aski