“After everything we’ve been through, Xandra… are you really willing to throw it all away like this?” His gaze fell to my injured leg, which continued to bleed. He sighed deeply.
“There are things you don’t understand yet. I’ll explain everything to you later. For now, let me take you to the hospital to get treated.”
He reached out to touch me, but before his hand could meet mine, his phone buzzed. It was another call. From her.
I didn’t need to see the name on the screen to know.
“Oooh, Zayn,” Melinda’s voice whined through the speaker, laced with mock vulnerability. “I just finished receiving my award and was about to go celebrate, but… but these drunk men—they tried to grab me! I’m so scared…”
Zayn’s entire demeanor shifted. His pupils narrowed, his expression darkened with rage.
“Those bastards,” he growled. “Don’t worry, Melinda, I’ll come right now.”
Her voice wavered, tinged with poorly hidden amusement. “But… Zayn, what about Xandra? I don’t want to cause trouble for you.”
His jaw tightened, his voice sharp and decisive. “She wouldn’t dare stop me. And if she tries, I’ll break her other leg too.”