Her eyes darted nervously. "O-of course. Honesty is always the best policy. Always." She gripped his arm, her fingers surprisingly strong. "But come, darling. You must have a drink. And I have something so special to show you later. A surprise."
A surprise indeed, Zayn thought, his eyes flicking past her to Dylan, who was now making his way over, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"Well, well, if it isn't the prodigal brother," Dylan slurred, already slightly tipsy. He stopped beside Lily, placing a possessive hand on her lower back. "Glad you could grace us with your presence, Zayn. Didn't think you'd still be out after your little episode yesterday."
The words were meant to be a taunt, a reminder of the drugged dinner. But Dylan’s eyes, though attempting to convey superiority, betrayed
