All the fight completely left her body.
The crazy, wild anger that had made her run toward the edge of the bridge was gone. The shock from Zarek's hard kiss had woken her up, but waking up just meant she had to feel the huge, bleeding hole in her chest all over again.
Roxy sagged against Zarek. She didn't have the strength to stand up on her own anymore.
She balled her small hands into tight fists. She brought them up and hit Zarek right in the center of his chest.
Thump.
It wasn't a hard hit. She was too tired. But she hit him again.
Thump.
And again.
She kept hitting his chest, burying her face in his black leather jacket. She hit him because she was so incredibly sad. She hit him because she was mad at him for taking her away from her babies. She hit him because the pain inside her heart was simply too big for her small body to hold, and she needed to let it out before it crushed her completely.
