Zayn’s POV
My hands trembled as I clasped them together, trying to hide the shake. His eyes weren’t burning into me, not exactly—but the weight of his gaze pressed down all the same. If I didn’t deny it now, everything would unravel.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, forcing calm into my voice.
He let out a sharp scoff, leaning back in his chair as if the lie amused him. “You know, I do have evidence against you.”
A storm twisted inside me, but on the surface, I stayed still—stone-faced. Did he already tell Alina? Is that why he came here? To ruin me in front of her? My chest tightened. No, I couldn’t let that happen.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I repeated, this time slower, as if repetition could erase the truth.
He rose to his feet, his shadow stre
