Chapter 85 Souvenir
- Zach's POV
- Something hit me in the chest when I met Gianna's gaze. She seemed like a different person now. Like half dead. Gone was the woman I was talking with. Now she appeared so frail and weak that she would slip into the pit of death if she so much as tried to suck another breath.
- "Zach," She spoke my name in the barest of whisper, her face a mess of sweat and teetering muscles. "Bow down."