I took a step closer, my eyes fixed on him, searching his face for an answer. My chest felt heavy, my voice low but sharp when I finally spoke.
"What just happened between you and my father?"
Zayn shifted on the couch, the faintest smile tugging at his lips, as if he wanted to brush off my suspicion.
"What do you mean? Didn't your father just come to visit you?" he said casually.
The way he smiled only deepened the knot in my stomach. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Babe, you didn't look scared when you met him."
His gaze didn't waver. His tone was calm.
"Why should I be scared, Evric?"
I stared at him, letting the silence hang, my eyes trying to pull the truth out of him. He must have felt it, because he raised his hands slightly, almost defensive, and gave a nervous laugh.
"Oh, come on, Evric. Don't give me that look, okay? I wasn't scared because…" He paused, then exhaled. "Because I had met him before."
