Zayne.

“Enjoying the evening, my love?” He stood and walked toward you, each step deliberate. He was supposed to be out of town—so seeing him here made your chest tighten. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and forced you down, leaving you kneeling before him. He stopped directly in front of you, blocking your path. Jaw clenched, he pulled out a photo—you and Sylus, mid-kiss. “Care to explain this?” he asked coldly.