Zain Pov
Sitting there on my knees, the vines wrapped around me, squeezing me as I struggle, it was torture. I was...panicking, to put it mildly. I could see it, the way she looked at us as she begged Colette to let us go. She was scared, really scared, not thinking straight. If she stopped to think about it, she’d know we weren’t really in danger, but even still she was scared. I wasn’t scared I was going to die, I was scared she wasn’t going to pick me. What happens if she kisses him? I stared at him, watching the way he stared at me with a look of resignation on his face. He was already giving up? He thought she was in love with me, even now. Doesn’t he see the way she looks at him? Or maybe, maybe she looks at me like that too and I’m just as blind to it as he is.
I begged h
