“Why not?” he murmured, leaning slightly forward. “Unless you want me to…”
She rolled her eyes so hard it nearly hurt. “Please. I was just making conversation. You know—civilized conversation.”
He smirked.
“Well, forgive me for forgetting your preferences.”
His tone dropped, dripping with arrogance and provocation.
“I assumed you were into older men… considering your choices.”
Her fork froze mid-air. Her breath caught.
And the realization hit her—
He wasn’t talking about preference.
He was talking about Lana.
Her sister.
The one he believed she was.
Lena’s stomach twisted.
He had no idea how wrong he was.
How dangerously close he was to truths she couldn’t reveal.
She forced steel into her voice.
“I. Told. You. I’m not involved with your father.”
Zayn’s jaw ticked once.
“
