I opened my eyes and saw that Zayne’s expression was downright murderous. What I was about to say wasn’t going to help. “He was at the school, watching us. I saw him on the lawn. I didn’t know what he was when I started toward him, and then the ground just gave out.”

“I’m sure that wasn’t a coincidence.” Zayne’s gaze met mine. “He wanted you down there, alone.”

That couldn’t be argued. “We need to get back there. Like now. There were things written on those walls, and he could still be there—”

“We’re not going anywhere right now.”

“I’m fine. Look.” I lifted my arms. “I’m okay.”

“Trin, you have been unconscious for nearly an hour—”

My eyes widened. That did seem like a long time. “But I’m awake and perfectly functional.”

He stared at me like I was trying to walk around on a broken leg. “I don’t think you realize how badly injured you are.”

“I think I can tell if I’m hurt or not.”

His eyes flared an intense pale blue as he leaned over me, planting his hands on either side of my shoulders. “I think you, of all people, can’t tell that. You were knocked unconscious. There are bruises all over you, and I know there are, because I was here when Jasmine checked you out. You bled enough to soak what is left of my shirt.”

When he said that, I realized there were rusty-colored smudges all over his chest, peeking out of the torn clothing.

“You’ve also bled through the pillow and the towels we placed under your head.” He stayed close, caging me in like he planned on keeping me in the bed. “Jasmine thinks that the back of your head is split open, and she’s gathering up stuff right now to work on you, so no, we’re not running off to check out a damn tunnel or even a movie. You’re staying right here.”

“But what if I want to see a movie, Zayne?” I snapped, even though my stomach dropped. My head could be split open? Were they going to have to shave off my hair?

Okay, that was, like, the last thing I needed to worry about.

His lips twitched and some of the heat went out of his eyes. “Well, you’re out of luck. Even if I did let you out of this bed, all the theaters are closed. It’s almost two.”

I crossed my arms, knowing that my expression was about as sullen as it could get. Just because a blow had knocked me out didn’t mean I was that injured. “We have to go back there.”

“We will. Not now, though.” Several moments of silence passed. “I was scared.”

My gaze shot to his, and I was snared, unable to look away.