Chapter 95- Home With My Son

Zarah's pov 

Jace didn't answer right down. His smile had faded, replaced by something unreadable. That only made my heart pound harder. I was about to push him for an answer when my phone buzzed in my hand.

 

I glanced at the screen. ** Elliot. **

 

My stomach twisted.

 

My son.

 

Guilt picked at me, clawing at my insides. I had been so caught up in the truth about Damon that I'd lost track of time. Lost track of what really important. My thoughts had been clouded, consumed by questions I was not sure I even wanted the answers to. But now, I had to go. My son was all alone at home.

 

" I've got to go, " I muttered, sliding out of the seat before Jace could say another word.

 

" Zarah, " he called after me, his voice low, serious. " Be careful what you ask for. "

 

I didn't stop. I didn't look back.