Zayn’s POV
I leaned against the far corner of the infirmary, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the still figure lying on the narrow cot. Tessa had been out cold ever since that bag iron cracked against her skull. The nurse insisted it wasn’t serious, just a mild concussion and some rest, but the sight of her sprawled on the ground earlier kept replaying in my mind.
I shouldn’t have stayed. This wasn’t my fight. She wasn’t my responsibility. And yet… I couldn’t walk away until I had an answer. No one had ever stepped into the line of fire for me before. No one was stupid enough to.
A soft groan broke through my thoughts. She stirred, lashes fluttering before her eyes blinked open and settled on me. The moment her gaze locked with mine, she shot upright—too quickly—and winced, clutching her hea
