Explain

Zane~

Griffin Blackthorn lay crumpled on the marble floor, unconscious and twitching slightly, a pungent stench lingering in the air from the puddle soaking into his pants. I stood over him with clenched fists, my heart pounding like a war drum. My eyes burned with barely restrained fury, Red, snarling inside me like a beast waiting to be let loose.

I turned slowly, the air around me crackling with too many emotions, and locked eyes with Natalie.

"Why the hell," I growled, voice low and razor-sharp, "is he in my house? And more importantly—how the fuck is he alive, Natalie? I saw his corpse with my own eyes. I saw it." My voice broke at the end, a raw edge of disbelief slicing through my rage. "Don't lie to me."