Zain Pov
“Zain,” Grayson said, his voice soft, but strong at the same time. I gripped my hands tightly in my lap, trying to remember how to breathe, my face flaming red as I shook. “Zain,” Grayson said again, an annoyance to his voice. I closed my eyes, thinking.
‘He f*****g knows,’ I whispered, remembering. The innocent confession in the hospital room, I forgot all about that. The past, he dreamt of the past again. Only this time...I fell for it. I told him exactly what he was looking for, and he knows it. He knows everything.
‘What are you going to do? You can’t deny it this time,’ Ryan asked, whimpering. ‘What if he hates us?’ He asked, making me shiver.
I frowned, sighing. I unclenched my hands and slid one through my hair, feeling uncomfortable as Grayson shot f*****g daggers i
