Zane sped toward the expansive shooting range owned by the KS Group—a quiet sanctuary he often sought, one of the few places where he could release the storm brewing inside him. His rage. His foggy emotions.
His jaw tightened, guilt, resentment and revenge churning through him like a self-inflicted wound—one he refused to soothe—each time the deal he had made with Selina crossed his mind. She was never supposed to carry his child. He had wished her misery, yes, but not this.
Not this bond.
Yet he had accepted her desperate plea—for reasons he still couldn't explain—as if some part of him had spoken before his darker side could silence it. Blindly. So blindly.
Rain soaked him to the bone, cascading off his shoulders as Zane stood rigid, ear defenders sealing him from the world. He fixed his gaze on the target ahead, every drop of water blurring the edges of reality, sharpening his focus instead.
