Mira's heart raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing like a drum in her chest. A part of her felt a flicker of relief knowing that Zamian was there—at least she wouldn't face this danger alone. But that was the problem. She had never expected to hear that name again. Zack.
The name sent a cold shiver down her spine, awakening memories she had spent years trying to bury. Memories of the incident that had left an indelible scar on her heart. She shuddered as her mind conjured images of the past, the trauma too vivid. What would have happened if Zamian hadn't arrived when he did? Would she still be here? She couldn't bear the thought. The idea of being alone, vulnerable, was something she refused to imagine. She shook her head violently, trying to push the images away.
