When I wake up the next day. My eyes open and the first thing I do is turn my head to see if Zane's behind me.
But the space behind me is empty.
No Zane, no weight on the mattress. Just cold sheets and the faint imprint where someone slept hours ago.
Relief hits me so fast i woul have buckled down if I was standing.
I suck in a breath and push myself up on my elbows, scanning the room like I expect him to step out of the shadows. Nothing. The room is quiet and my heart is still racing, my ears ringing with memories from last night. Him literally soaked in blood, his voice and the way he so calmly said it.
I killed him.
My stomach twists again.
I swing my legs off the bed and stand quickly, like if I move fast enough my fear won't catch up with me. My feet hit the floor and I sway slightly, the room tilting just a bit so I grab the edge of the dresser until it steadies. I don't let myself think about that too much, I don't have time for it.
