ARIANA’S POV
I stood outside Zayn’s door, with a glass of water in one hand and his pills in the other. My heart was pounding behind my ribcage and it wasn’t just because I was nervous about facing him, but because of the questions swirling in my mind.
What did Julian mean by my signature? And what truth was Kaiser talking about?
I took a deep breath and knocked softly, not sure if he’d even hear it. For a moment, there was no response, and I almost turned around, silently telling myself it was a stupid idea anyway. But then, his voice—low and rough—reached my ears as he called out. “Come in.”
I gently pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. The first thing I noticed was the music playing softly from hidden speakers. The melody was haunting; it was the kind that got st
