Zayn stood before the bathroom sink, scrubbing away at his hands to clear the blood that stained his palms. His gaze never dropped from the scarlet liquid swirling beneath his fingertips, the faint metallic odor of fresh blood filling his nose. No remorse lingered in his thoughts, only the firm knowledge that no lie could ever hide from his family. Those hapless liars should have known better than to cross him and his kin. His eyes watched as the blood slowly turned transparent when it came to the touch with the water.

Zayn quickly set aside his blood-stained garments, leaving them for the house's servants to clean. Moving on, he slipped his phone from his jeans pocket, the device rattling against his thigh as he checked to see who had called. 'Another call from that same irritating woman', he thought, rolling his eyes and declining the call. Plopping it back into his denim pocket, his eyes shifted back ahead as he sauntered through the hall and towards the front door.

As Zayn stepped through the doors of the club, something slammed into his chest, causing him to stumble backward. His face grew red with annoyance, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the intruder. "Watch where you're going," He snarled, his eyes glaring down at you with clear annoyance.