Sunday morning came quietly, but Zi Han woke with a heaviness that made it feel anything but peaceful. For a few seconds, she lay still, staring at the ceiling, her mind was blank until everything from the previous night returned all at once. The argument, the possessiveness in his eyes, and his threat. His threat that he was very much capable of carrying out.
Her fingers curled slightly against the sheets.
Zi Han felt immense regret. She regretted agreeing to tutor him, regretted letting her guard down, regretted ever believing that she could guide him away from what he was becoming. Most of all, she regretted abandoning the careful, calculated plan she had always maintained; if she had followed her own rules, her own risk avoidance protocol that she had laid down when she arrived in this world, she would never have allowed herself to be drawn this deeply into something she could no longer control.
