If this was what she desired, he wouldn't hesitate to grant it.
Damien's eyes widened at the sight of his boss unravelling. It was clear Zane's darkness had overtaken him again.
Zane swallowed hard, raising the blade above his head, poised to strike—infuriated by her loyalty pushing him to the edge. Yet, a slight tremor ran through his arm that hung in the air.
Zane, don't do it.
Do it, Zane.
Don't do it.
Do it, Zane. Don't hesitate.
You won't regret it. Never.
Those words rang loudly in his mind, accompanied by disturbing memories flooding in. He closed his eyes and shook his head vehemently as if trying to rid himself of the clashing force of memories that almost sent him to his knees, broken.
Don't kill the innocent girl.
She's not innocent.
You were not different from her when you almost got killed.
Your suffering is all because of her father!
Do it.
