ZAYNE’S POV

There’s only so long you can keep forgiving a man who teaches you pain before you start handing it back.

The sound of my footsteps echoed through the marble hall like gunshots.

I’d walked this path a hundred times before through those tall black doors, past the portraits of men who thought cruelty was leadership but today felt really different.

Today, I wasn’t here to beg, I wasn’t even here to reason.

I was here to end something.

Charles’s office was lit like a ...