Zayn’s POV
Why the f**k is she here?
I yank my hand back and force a crooked smile. She inches closer, her eyes locked on me, sharp and searching. s**t. She saw what I was doing. How the hell am I supposed to explain myself now?
“You came to visit my brother,” she says, a smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you.”
“It’s nothing,” I reply flatly.
She brushes past me and goes straight to her brother. My gaze follows, narrowing when I see the way he looks at her—real fear flickering in his eyes. He better keep his mouth shut.
“I’m here now, okay? And I promise whoever did this to you will pay.” Her voice cracks with pain, and I can’t stop the smirk that curves my mouth.
Then her attention snaps back to me. “Zayn… do you know why a police officer is outside the room? I only got in because
