(Lily’s POV)
I wasn't sure why I offered for Orlando to stay at my place, but apparently, I'd have to deal with that now.
He'd already decided to come, and was currently packing up his things. Maybe, subconsciously, I'd expected he would decline the offer, but he didn't.
“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” I blurted out. It was a silly excuse for me to hide and call Zayne.
He shrugged in response, so I walked out of his office and headed for the restroom.
I dialed Zayne's number, and he picked up after a few rings. “Hello, Zayne.”
“Lily, what's good?” He responded. “How are things going on over there? The press is going crazy with news of the murder.”
“Yes, I know. It's just…” I trailed off.
Zayne chuckled, confused. “This is what you wanted, right? Why do you sound like that?
