She met his eyes, unyielding.
“This is me confirming, one last time, that neither I nor your father are guilty of whatever your imagination cooked up.”
Zayn barely registered her movement as she stood and walked to the door again, opening it wide with finality, the gesture clear and unmistakable.
“I believe we are done here.”
His body moved before his thoughts caught up, and he followed her, crossing the room in a daze, stopping only when he reached the threshold, the cool air of the hallway brushing against his skin like a warning.
Then, suddenly, the question tore out of him, raw and unplanned.
“Where is your sister?”
Lana turned back to look at him, as she kind of expected the question after the kiss from the kitchen.
“Back to her own life,” she said calmly.
Zayn stepped into t
