Sudden Hatred

Zayn's face changed, he grabbed my hand, standing in front of me then walked into the house, his eyebrows furrowed.

I followed him as we moved toward the source of the noise. As we rounded the corner, we found Alyssa standing in the middle of the room, her face flushed with anger, arms flailing as she argued with someone. The other person—another woman—stood with her arms crossed, looking equally furious but somehow more controlled.

There were others in the room too. I spotted Zayn's brother, Landon, leaning casually against a wall, watching the scene with mild interest, as though this wasn't anything new. Beside him stood a man I hadn't met yet, tall and well-built, who seemed unfazed by the chaos. They were all watching Alyssa with varying degrees of amusement and exasperation, clearly used to her outbursts.

"What the hell is going on?" Zayn demanded, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.