I felt the heat escape my body; it was like my veins contained ice rather than blood. My heart started pounding inside my chest and my knees began to tremble. I must have heard him wrong. Maybe he'd said something totally unrelated. I gulped as I willed myself to ask him to repeat what he said.
“Come again?”
In a voice softer than I could have ever imagined coming from him, Zayn spoke the words I just realized I never wanted to hear.
“We're going to meet someone who might know where Cindy is.” He looked at me to gauge my reaction and I had no idea what expression my face carried at the moment. Was I happy? Relieved, scared or angry? Did I want to see the woman who'd ruined so many lives and, however unintentionally, had destroyed mine the most? Why was Zayn doing this? He had lost as m
