Chapter 32. Bloody Long Day

Zayn sat quietly in the backseat of the black SUV, his elbow resting on the window, his fingers loosely curled near his lips. The streets outside were slowly growing darker, the golden hue of the evening sun bleeding into dusk. He sighed softly as the car cruised down the wide road, escorted at a distance by two other vehicles from his security team.

In the front seat, Day was behind the wheel, focused and silent as always. Next to him sat Tarek, the second guard, who kept a close watch on their surroundings.

Zayn tilted his head slightly and looked out at the passing buildings, but his mind wasn’t there. It had wandered far—back home. To Lucien.

Why the hell am I thinking about him again?

His brows drew together in a hard frown. It was happening more and more lately. Lucien’s face would just flash in his mind. That calm, annoying look in his eyes. The way he had sat there in silence that night. Zayn shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the memory. He didn