The night air slapped softly against my face as I ran down the short steps after him.

“Zayne!” I called, breathlessly, stepping past the guards.

He didn’t stop. He was pacing beside his bike now, one hand gripping his hair, the other clenched at his side. The sharp sound of his boots scraping against the gravel echoed through the garden.

When I finally caught up, I grabbed his arm. “Zayne, wait…” He turned sharply, eyes filled with pain it almost made me step back.

“What, Teyana? ...