“You can’t stay here, Zique. You won’t fully recover. It’s been more than a week. And Kiara...you need to get back to your senses so you can set her free.”

“Free?” Zique looked around the room. “She doesn’t want to be free...she keeps coming back here.”

“Not again, Zique.”

Zique smiled, his eyes seeming distant. “Sometimes she’s nice. She smiles at me, holds me...but then...” he hugged himself, the little twitch of his lips slowly wavering. “Then she picks up that knife again...that bloody kni