Zayn’s POV
“Huh? Beacon City?” I ask, stepping closer to him. He doesn’t even spare me a glance. His focus stays glued to the shirts spread across his bed, fingertips brushing over fabrics like he’s choosing a weapon instead of an outfit.
“It’s new, so they won’t have eyes on it. That’s why it’s perfect,” he says, finally turning to me with a bright, almost careless smile. “Don’t be late, okay?”
My stomach twists. “Why should we go there? It’s new. We don’t know how shady the place might be. We need somewhere safe—somewhere familiar. I don’t want anything happening to Reynold. Not on my watch.”
“You have a good point,” he says.
Relief washes over me—until he adds, “But I still think it’s the perfect place. And no buts. Get ready in three days.”
Before I can argue, he’s gone. Just lik
