Zayn’s POV
My eyes flew open, lungs dragging in a sharp breath as I stared at an unfamiliar ceiling. The air was thick, heavy, and my skull pulsed with a splitting ache. I tried to push myself up, but the pain slammed me back down, a guttural groan escaping my lips.
Another groan answered—only it wasn’t mine.
My head snapped to the side. A girl was curled up beside me. My pulse spiked, hammering against my ribs as my gaze dropped to myself—bare skin, nothing but underwear clinging to my waist.
My heart went cold.
“What… what the hell?” The words scraped out of me in a hoarse whisper.
The girl stirred and rolled over. My breath lodged in my throat.
“Wendy!”
Her grin spread slow and wide, like a predator pleased with its catch. “Finally awake,” she purred, sitting up. Her hand reache
