Scarlet POV
Zain leans forward again, his voice tight. “Did you try to message her?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah. I did. A few times.”
He stares at me for a long second, his expression hardening. “Which she didn't bother to reply to?”
I shake my head, feeling my throat tighten a little.
Zain leans back against the booth with a sharp breath, dragging a hand down his face like he’s trying to keep from snapping. Liam shifts beside me, clearly picking up on how close Zain is to losing it.
After a beat, Zain pins me with a look. “I’m guessing those guys you were sitting with suggested you shouldn’t take a taxi home?”
I nod again, my fingers fiddling with the edge of my sleeve.
“Did they tell you why?” he asks, voice quieter but somehow even sharper.
I frown. “No... they just said it wasn’t a g
