Zayn's pov.
I heard the front door banging shut, and since I was already done cooking, I turned off the stove and left to check who it was. I had barely walked out of the kitchen when Caitlyn's body collided with mine, her senses all flared as a shriek tore from her throat.
She looked like she had just seen a ghost, but she calmed down when I held her shoulders. I looked over at the door, there was no one after her, so why was she in such a rush?
“Are you okay? What happened?” I questioned with furrowed brows, pulling her closer to myself and inspecting her for any injuries. She didn't have any physical wounds, but she was obviously flustered.
“I'm… I'm fine. I just..” she paused to touch her sweaty forehead. “I thought I saw someone outside. Maybe it was just a shadow or something.”
