Zane watched the rise and fall of Aria's chest, a predator studying its prey. He couldn't deny a disturbing fascination with her, but it wasn't love. It was a twisted sense of possession fueled by his desire for revenge.
His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, a gesture that felt more intrusive than comforting. He reveled in the power he held over her, in her complete vulnerability.
The car lurched to a stop, jolting him from his dark thoughts. He carefully lifted the unconscious Aria, a sense of fulfillment washing over him.
Reaching his apartment, he navigated the dark hallway, the weight of his actions a heavy burden on his conscience because he had literally kidnapped someone. He pushed open the bedroom door and gently placed her on the bed.
This wasn't about love
