As Zayn led us out of the dinning, I could feel the heat of his anger rolling off him in waves. Silas and Ezra followed closely behind, their eyes darting between us, a mixture of concern and frustration in their expressions.

I gave them a little smile, to indicate I was fine. Zayn opened the back seat door for me, before entering into the driver's seat. Silas and Ezra by my side.

The tension in the air was thick as Zayn fired up the car and pulled out of the driveway, the tires crunching ...