Chapter 1060 Cathy

• Fallon
• Zayn is still lying prone on the floor when three shadows drift over the dust-eaten, weathered floorboards. A very tall, curvaceous woman with the thickest, curliest black hair I’ve ever seen steps carefully into the room, her mane of glorious curls slipping over her shoulder while she peers skeptically down at Zayn.
• He narrows his eyes to slits, but not into a glare. I think–actually, I know–he’s absolutely shitfaced right now.