Zayne straightened. I hated that I could feel the tension sparking between them already. God no. Then he scoffed.

“He just always has to walk in and spoil everything,” Zayne said, a bitter grin flashing across his lips. “Main character fucking syndrome, Jeremy. Huh?”

Jeremy’s eyes remained same. He folded himself into that stillness I knew too well- calm on the surface, the kind of quiet that meant something dangerous was coiled underneath.

“Well,” he said, voice even, “Teyana ...