Chapter 192

The Prey

My father was alive.

Double-personality disorder.

I didn’t know how to grasp that.

It sat in my mind like an unthawed piece of glass. It didn’t make sense, yet at the same time, it did. The police officer—he had mentioned something. A hint of it. A whisper I’d ignored because the truth had never been mine to hold.

Shit.

I didn’t know how I should feel. If I should feel anything at all.

Before Judas could say something, or tighten his arms around me and console me, the door swung open.

Kyle stepped inside with his tense eyes flickered between me and Judas, who sat like a king on his throne of control. Judas didn’t speak. Just stared. A death glare so sharp it could’ve cut flesh.

“What, Molotov?”

Kyle swallowed. “It’s Zayne.”

Judas was gone before the words even settled.

I didn’t think. Just ran.

The air was too thick. My thoughts were too slow. Zayne was in the hospital? What happe