Martha hesitated, her body firmly blocking the doorway to Lily’s room. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Zayn’s bloodstained clothes.
“I won’t let you hurt her again,” she said, voice quiet but firm. “Not after everything she’s been through.”
“Martha,” Talia placed a gentle hand on the older woman’s shoulder. “Let him through.”
“You trust him? After everything that happened?” Her voice cracked with emotion.
Zayn flinched. The maid was justified in her concerns. But he wasn’t about to back down.
“Please, I need to see her. Now. We can’t let her spiral any longer. She will lose herself. We will lose her.”
Martha still shook her head, refusing to move.
“Do you have any idea what he’d done? How he–”
“I know,” Talia looked straight into Martha’s eyes as she spoke. She meant every word. She tightly squeezed the older woman’s arm, “I know. But I also know Zayn. I believe in him.”
