I Know

ZINA

"I am sorry."

Three most unexpected words that took the fight out of Zina.

"Why?" She whispered, because as she stared at the chaos around them, she felt like she was the one that was supposed to be sorry.

She had pushed so hard to know what it was that Daemon knew about her. She had always known that there was so much to her ever since that night she died and somehow resurrected, and she had seen it in Daemon's eyes that he had the knowledge that she lacked.

But now, after her scream decimated all the glasses in the room, she suddenly didn't want to have any inkling of that knowledge that pressed against her back like something terribly uncomfortable.

Daemon once again looked frustrated with himself, like he didn't know how to quite summon the words and force them out of his lips.

He rubbed one hand against his face and the strands of hair that were peppered about him.