Zaara's POV
I glanced at Jojo's shoulder….blood was already seeping through the bandage I'd just wrapped. The fabric was soaked, it was already deep red.
"What if he's too far gone?" I whispered, afraid of the answer.
Jojo looked up at me.
"Then we make sure he never hurts anyone else again," she said quietly. "We end it. But we do it our way. Not theirs."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.
That was the moment I knew.
I couldn't keep standing still.
I rose to my feet, hands clenched so tight my nails dug crescents into my palms. My body was sore. I was literally trembling. But I had to move.
I had to act.
But first… I had to let her go.
I had to say goodbye.
My boots echoed down the hallway, past the blood-smeared walls, shattered lights, and the stench of death hanging in the air.
It smelled like rot and betrayal.
The corridor was a warpath, and at the end of it…my heart shattered all over again.
Asha.
