Zayne’s POV

They say family can’t destroy you unless you hand them the match.

And I’d handed Charles the whole box.

The hallway outside the holding room smelled like bleach and regret.

Every echo of my shoes sounded too loud. The guards barely looked up as they buzzed me through, and for a moment, I almost turned back.

But I needed to see her.

Tatiana sat behind the glass, makeup smeared, hair tied in a half-broken bun.

The silk confidence she used to wear like perfume was gone. She ...