Which made it hard not to stop this whole thing as the tie touched my face and blackness settled over my eyes. By some kind of super willpower, I allowed Zayne to secure the tie.

The material was surprisingly soft and not completely opaque. I could see vague shapes in front of me, and the longer I stared, the more clearly I could see a tiny dot of light.

Was this how it would be once the disease had taken its toll? Nothing but shapes and a pinprick of light?

Panic exploded in my gut and I reached for the tie, wanting to rip it from my face and burn the material.

This is what you wanted.

Telling myself that was the only thing that stopped me from tearing it off. I could deal with this. I had to. I just needed my heart to stop pounding like it was going to throw itself out of my chest, and for the choking feeling in my throat to ease up.

Zayne’s hands landed on my shoulders, causing me to jerk. “Are you okay?” His voice was soft, and I had no idea if Roth could hear him. “We can try this another day.”

Another day as in never again sounded like a wonderful idea, but another day meant I was one day closer to doing this all over again. I was eventually going to run out of days.

I took another breath and focused, breathing in and breathing out—

Oh my God.

All at once I realized why Zayne wanted to put the blindfold on. He’d cut two minuscule holes in the tie, and somehow he’d lined them up perfectly with my pupils, and I’d just been too panicky to notice. I couldn’t see much with such restricted vision, but if I focused, there was still a tiny amount of light, like there’d most likely be once retinitis pigmentosa ran its course. Zayne must’ve done some research on that laptop of his, and that meant the world to me.

Emotion clogged my throat, but those nearly insignificant holes helped me breathe easier. “I’m fine.”

Zayne squeezed my shoulders. “Let me know if that changes.”

I nodded.

“I stand corrected,” Roth said from the sidelines. “This is sexy.”

Zayne sighed from behind me. “I wonder what Layla would think about that.”

Roth snorted. “She’d probably want to try it out.”

“Thanks for sharing,” I muttered.

“You’re very welcome,” Roth replied. “Angel Face is way more polite than you, Stony.”

“Call me Angel Face one more time, and I’ll show you how polite I am,” I warned as I felt Zayne move from behind me.

“That would be scarier if you weren’t standing there blindfolded.”

Zayne snickered. “I’m in front of you.”

Before I could tell him that I could vaguely see that, Roth spoke up. Again. “Doesn’t telling her where you are defeat the purpose of this?”