~Jeremy’s POV~

Zayne lowered himself into the passenger seat of my car with a slow exhale, closing his eyes briefly, before opening them back then adjusted the crutches he had balanced beside him. I blinked away from him. “You should be resting in the hospital.”

He scoffed, “And allow Dante roast you? No way.”

I bit my bottom lip to hold back the smile that threatened to surface. “You came for me?” I knew the answer already, yet I was asking.

“I owe you. And apart, I knew ...