“You could’ve died,” he said finally—so quietly she almost didn’t hear it.
Lena blinked.
He wasn’t shouting now.
He wasn’t smirking.
He wasn’t mocking or threatening.
He looked… tormented.
A raw, unsettling mix of fury and something else she couldn’t name.
“This was never supposed to go this far,” he muttered under his breath. “You were supposed to sign the damn papers, go home, forget this ever happened—but you just keep pushing, Lana. Pushing and provoking until I—”
He stopped, breathing raggedly.
Lena stared at him, stunned.
This wasn’t the controlled, arrogant billionaire she met few days ago.
This was a man at war with himself.
“Zayn…,” she whispered hesitantly, but her throat closed around the words.
He raked a hand through his hair—an uncharacteristic, almost frantic ge
