~Evric's POV~
"WHAT?!" Zayn screamed, his hands flying up and pushing me back in pure, disbelieving shock. I slid off his lap, landing awkwardly back in my seat.
His face was ghostly pale, his eyes wide and fixed on mine. "You are joking, right? This is not funny, Evric! Say you're joking!"
My heart was hammering against my ribs, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. "I'm not joking, Zayn. It's done. I already did it."
The disbelief drained from his face, replaced by a terrible, cold realization. He started shaking his head slowly, tears of panic welling in his eyes.
"You—you wouldn't," he whispered, the sound thin and broken. He leaned forward, his voice rising to a frantic pitch. "Evric, your career! You wouldn't want to destroy your future for a stupid love!"
That word—stupid—hit me harder than any threat from the blackmailer.
