I am in class and yet what is on my mind is a certain someone.
Zane.
He is definitely the good guy here, if anything, I should be terrified of him, running the other direction. He killed a person in front of my eyes. He didn't even seem remorseful about it. In fact, he killed Micah because he was being too much!
Who does that? What kind if twisted person does that?
Still, there's something more to him, something different and powerful and overwhelming, though I don't have a clue what it is. I mean, sure. He has the kind of face nineteenth-century poets loved to write about—too intense to be beautiful and too striking to be anything else.
Skyscraper cheekbones.
Full red lips.
A jaw so sharp it could cut stone.
Smooth, alabaster skin.
And his eyes…a bottomless obsidian that see everything and show nothing, surrounded by the longest, most obscene lashes I've ever seen.
