The glass shattered at her feet, the shards scattering across the dark wood like diamonds, but neither of them looked down. Sameera’s breath was shallow, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "I’m sorry," Zayn said, his voice low and raspy as he stepped into the kitchen. "I didn't mean to scare you. You weren't in bed, so I came to check."

​"It's okay," she whispered, her eyes darting everywhere but his chest. But curiosity, and a sudden, sharp spike of worry won. She looked back, her gaze landing on the jagged, angry gash on his left side.