"Get up," Zane orders.
Aaron hesitates, just for a beat.
"I said get the fuck up."
Aaron plants his good hand on the floor and pushes himself to his feet. He sways slightly but straightens, pain clearly something he's forcing down.
Zane's arm tightens around me.
"Have you learned your lesson little spitfire" he asks me.
I stare at him, disbelief burning through the shock.
"You shot him," I say. My voice cracks. "You fucking shot him."
"That wasn't the question."
My chest feels too tight, I can't get a full breath in.
"Yes," I say, the word tasting like metal. "Yes, i have learned my lesson."
His gaze searches my face as if he's deciding whether he believes me or not.
"Good girl:"
Then, without looking at Aaron, he says, "Leave."
Aaron hesitates again, looking at me like he is worried about leaving me alone with Zane when he's like this.
"Now, Aaron don't make me repeat myself " Zane adds.
Aaron's eyes meet mine again and there's something apologetic there.
