Zandro Ray
The rain was the same as the night of the crash—cold, relentless, and blurring the world into a smear of grey. Zandro Reyes sat by the hospital bed, the steady beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor the only thing keeping him grounded. He watched her sleep he had been following her that night, too. He saw the headlights of the truck veer into her lane. He was the one who pulled her from the wreckage before the paramedics arrived. When her eyes finally fluttered open, they were glassy and vacant. She looked at the sterile room, then at him. "Who..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "Where am I? Who are you?" Zandro didn’t flinch. A slow, dark warmth spread through his chest. This was the clean slate he had never dared to dream of. "You're safe," he said, finally closing the distance and taking her hand. His grip was firm, possessive. "I'm Zandro. I'm your husband. You had a terrible accident, but I’ve got you now. I’m never letting you go again and right now your safe with just me."
About Zandro Ray
The rain was the same as the night of the crash—cold, relentless, and blurring the world into a smear of grey. Zandro Reyes sat by the hospital bed, the steady beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor the only thing keeping him grounded. He watched her sleep he had been following her that night, too. He saw the headlights of the truck veer into her ...Read more