Chapter 94

Garcia's POV A week had passed, yet the memory of that night still lingered like smoke, clinging to my thoughts—suffocating and persistent. I hadn't seen Zane since then. Thursday had come and gone, and he still hadn't shown up. I hadn't called him either. I couldn't. Not because I didn't want to, but because deep down, I knew I'd gone too far. I'd crossed a line that couldn't be unseen. And yet... my pride wouldn't let me admit it. He was mine. Just the thought of him with someone else—smiling at another person the way he smiled at me, letting someone else touch him—made a sharp, bitter heat flood my chest. My fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table, knuckles white. Rage simmered beneath the surface, not just at the thought of losing him, but at the idea that he might want to leave, that he might be trying to. The image of his past—girls orbiting him like moths to a flame—flashed in my mind, feeding the fire burning inside me. I wanted to erase them all, erase the history,