“Zayne?”

She called out in surprise, hesitating for a moment. Her countenance was a shocked one, and when she tried to utter other words, they remained stuck in her throat.

His eyes smiled at her, but she could see the glimmer of anger in his eyes.

And Hazel… her little body remained in place, not moving a bit from the position Zayne held her. She couldn’t see her face clearly— her hair covered her eyes, but Brooklyn knew she was unconscious.

Brooklyn was still trying to process ...