Vincent's POV
The world came back to me in fragments.
First, the pain.
A dull, throbbing ache at the base of my skull.
Then, the dry taste of metal in my mouth. My ears rang like distant sirens, and I felt the floor under my back, sticky and cold.
I blinked slowly.
Blurry faces. Harsh whispers. Someone was crying.
And then I remembered…
Zaara.
She was the one who swung the crowbar.
Right into my skull.
I remembered the blur of movement, the rage her eyes.
How brave.
I should've been angry. Enraged. Betrayed.
But all I felt was… nothing.
Nothing but a dull, distant ache behind my eyes.
I shifted slightly. My body was sore. My vision kept doubling and sharpening again. I felt something sticky in my hair. Blood, probably. Not mine. Or maybe it was.
Didn't matter.
Then, the noise.
Voices. Footsteps. Crying.
Accusations.
"…Vincent killed Kai."
"He killed Asha. Aaron too. Ella."
More voices. Distant. Panicked. Tearing at each other like wild dogs.
