Zayn barely paid attention to the road as he drove. Leaving Jane behind hadn’t brought him any relief, it only brought emptiness. The silence in the car was deafening, and the only thing that could fill it was the truth.

He didn’t turn toward his penthouse. Instead, his car seemed to steer itself, carrying him through the darkened Zurich streets to the one place he needed to go; Finn’s mansion.

The grand house was lit against the night. Zayn didn’t bother with ringing the bell. ...