Chapter 32. Her Cries

Zane's POV

I watch as Dante grabs her neck. Then, pulling her back in, he slams her into the chair. I jump up immediately.

“Dante!” He can’t do this.

“Fuck you!” she screams, spitting into his face.

“Oh, you will wish I am soon, trust me.” He turns to look at us. “Get out.”

Hell, I want to refuse, but that will start another argument. I look from him to her.

“I said she wouldn’t die, and she won’t, out.”

I feel her eyes on me, almost begging me to stay, but I simply nod and walk out. I know he won’t hurt her, not really anyway. Once I’m alone in my room, I sit back onto the bed, grab my laptop, and begin to work.

I may as well work, I think, and I manage to focus until I hear a scream. Glancing to the door, I consider going to see her. But I decide otherwise and put on music as I continue. Working, though, isn’t easy. I glance towards the clock. It’s been two hours. As I leave my room, I hear a small scream, followed by a cry.