Zina POV
The night was eerily quiet, the only sound being the crunch of leaves beneath our hurried footsteps as we ran through the woods. I clutched Asher tightly in my arms, his small body trembling against mine. His little fingers dug into my shoulder as if letting go of me would mean losing everything. And maybe he wasn't wrong.
Jared was ahead of us, moving fast but staying quiet, his eyes darting around like a hawk searching for prey. He turned back every now and then, his face grim and tense. I could tell he was worried about Xaden coming after us, but he didn't say anything. Maybe he thought I couldn't handle hearing it. Honestly, maybe I couldn't.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Not just from the running, but from everything. Trina was dead. She was dead. I couldn't get the image of her crumpled body out of my head. The blood pooling under her, the way her eyes stared blankly at nothing. It was haunting me.