Chapter 18

Zayne'S POV I stood there, my arms wrapped tightly around Nadia, as I defended her against my parents' vicious attacks. But then, my phone rang, shrill and insistent, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to answer it or not. But something about the ringtone seemed urgent, so I reluctantly pulled away from Nadia and answered the call.