“I don’t understand,” I whispered, easing myself off Zayne’s lap. My heartbeat drummed fast against my chest.

He stood up right after I did, raking both hands through his hair and let out a raw, broken laugh- one that sent chills down my spine. “I knew it. I fucking knew it!” he barked, pacing a few steps away from me. His voice cracked like a man shattering. “That psychopath was never my real father.”

“Zayne,” I reached out, my voice trembling, “you need to calm down ...