Chapter 63

The nightmare had come to an end at last. The kidnappers were dead. Charles had been handed over to the cops. Meanwhile, Garcia had already dispatched a team to dismantle the enemy gang, ensuring they would never pose a threat again. Zane had been rushed to the hospital where I worked. Lucian took charge of taking care of him. Thankfully, he confirmed Zane was stable. The relief that flooded my chest was overwhelming. Gratitude swelled in my heart for Garcia—for his swift justice, for rescuing Zane—yet I couldn't shake the unease. I couldn't accept his connection to Zane. It felt like placing Zane at the edge of a cliff, always one misstep away from disaster. I needed to talk to him. With resolve tightening my spine, I made my way down the corridor. When I reached the ward, I paused briefly at the door, drawing a breath to steady myself. I stepped inside. Zane was awake. His face was pale, propped up against the pillows, but his eyes were steady. A flicker of warmth crossed his express