Zina POV
I couldn't stop pacing in my room. It was like the walls were closing in on me, making it harder to think. My mind was a mess, replaying scattered pieces of the past I couldn't fully understand. Jared's words, Xaden's unpredictable anger, and Trina's hateful stares—they all tangled together until I felt like screaming. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and barely recognized myself. My hair was a mess, my face pale, and my eyes looked hollow, like someone I didn't even know.
I needed answers.
Trina was the only one who could give them to me, even though the thought of facing her made my stomach twist. She used to be my best friend. My ride-or-die. Now, she acted like I was her worst enemy, and I didn't even know why. But if anyone knew the truth, it had to be her. I grabbed my jacket and headed out before I could change my mind.
