The fact that he was deferring to me made me like him even more, and I didn’t need to like him any more than I already did. “Nothing bad has happened when I’ve felt it—well, I felt it before the whole zombie-horde thing, but I don’t know if the two are related or not. Nothing happened now, other than me being creeped out a little.”

“It could be related, though. Definitely something to keep an eye on.” He looked at me. “So...”

I waited. “So what?”

“Are you really okay?”

Whatever relaxation I’d been feeling belly flopped out a window. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well...” He sat forward, dropping his clasped hands between his knees, and I tensed to the point I thought my bones would break. “You’re out here, by yourself, sitting in a park.”

“Is there something wrong with that?” I crossed one leg over the other as I leaned back.

“No. But I know you’ve... A lot has happened, and you haven’t done it before.”

“And you haven’t left me alone in the middle of the day for an extended period of time before,” I pointed out. “You had stuff to do, and I had laundry combined with a singing, dancing Peanut.”

He coughed out a dry laugh. “That actually sounds like something to see.”

“It’s not. Trust me,” I assured him. “A lot has happened, but I’m okay.” That was the truth. For the most part. “And it was you who lost someone last night. Not me.”

“Just because I lost someone doesn’t zero out what you went through, Trin.” His voice was quiet, too quiet.

The whole time I’d worried about what I was going to tell Zayne to hide what I’d done, I hadn’t considered that he’d think my walk in the park had something to do with... Misha and everything. “I just wanted to get out. You know? I wanted to see the city during the daytime,” I lied. Well, it was a partial lie. I did want to see the city during the day. “And I thought today was a good day, since you were busy.”

“Hell.” Zayne dragged a hand through his hair. “I didn’t even think about that.”

“Think about what?”

“That you’d want to do that.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “Do something normal during the day instead of just eat and train.”

“Hey, those are two of my favorite pastimes,” I joked. “And training is important. More so than seeing the city.”

Zayne didn’t smile as he sat back, twisting toward me. “There’s nothing more important than seeing the city.”

I tilted my head as I raised my brows above the sunglasses. “The city is always going to be here, Zayne. It’s not that important.”

His gaze met mine. “But your vision won’t be.”