Chapter 47 [Trapped]

The silence in the truck was deafening as Zayn drove through the night, but what comforted me was Zayn's fingers laced tightly around my hand. They were warm and firm yet gentle and I felt safe in them. The fear I felt when I killed that lady was paralyzing, and my breath came out short and shallow as my heart pounded against my chest and my head spun with all the anxiety coursing through me making me collapse.

Amsterdam Gretchen. A witch. According to Zayn's memory she was someone he wished death upon, I don't know exactly what transposed between them but I knew for a fact that she hurt Zayn.