{ZARA}
Shit. What the hell does Adam want with me?
My lungs deny me oxygen as he comes closer with those heavy steps of his, like he’s about to ask some world-ending favor.
Great. Just f*****g great.
“Zara, can we talk?” His deep voice rumbles in my chest, and I drag in a breath, gotta put my s**t together.
“What the hell do you wanna talk about?” I snap, trying to sound chill and at the same time trying to sound angry at him.
I don't even know which voice should be dominant.
“Not here,” he says, sounding calm and tense. “Can we get in my car?”
My chest does a million flips. Jesus, why does him saying that feel like my brain just stopped working?
“Your car? Really? Why not here?”
He runs a hand over his face, and I see a frustrated and tired-looking Adam.
“Well… Hermione—she’
