The last few days had been a strange, unbearable mix of agony and ecstasy for Zayn — two sensations he’d never believed could coexist with such intensity. Yet somehow, impossibly, both lived inside him now. And all because of one person.
Lana Pearson.
The name itself had begun to feel like a curse.
Like something carved into the back of his mind, impossible to erase.
He had no idea when it happened, nor how it had crept into his system so quietly, but the truth was undeniable now: she was under his skin. Deep.
Too deep.
She occupied his thoughts even when he didn’t want her to.
Clung to his senses long after she left a room.
Haunted the corners of his self-control in ways that made him grind his teeth in frustration.
Yes, he had noticed her beauty from the first moment—he would ha
