Chapter FIFTEEN

ADRIK

Before my private plane even touched the ground, I was unbuckled and waiting at the door. Ten days. I’d spent ten days across the world from Zaika moya and I felt like a caged animal.

I knew I should have called. I stared at the texts she’d written me while I was gone and frowned heavily at the last one. It was dated two days ago.

Sofia

It’s been eight days since you left, I pray you are safe, and Marat assures me you are. I wasn’t going to text you anymore, but I didn’t want you to think I was a coward. And I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. Thank you for everything.

P.S. I told you staying was a mistake.

She was gone. Zaika moya had left my home, my life, just like that. She could not even wait for me to get back to say it to my face. Anger and rage and disbelief coursed through me, and I felt like a wild thing. That last line, though. That P.S. at the end, that was the killer. That was the bullet straight to my heart.