Zayn jerked awake, heart pounding, sweat forming on his forehead. A voice echoed in his mind, calling for him. It felt so real, so familiar, yet he couldn’t place it.
“Zayn?” Victoria’s voice broke through his thoughts. She lay beside him, her arm still bandaged from the events of the night before. “What’s wrong?”
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I heard a voice calling to me in my head. It felt… real.”
Victoria propped herself up, wincing dramatically. “Maybe it was me. I was dreaming about you. I was searching for you, calling your name.” She traced a finger along his bare chest. “Perhaps our connection is growing stronger.”
Zayn remained silent. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t Victoria. The voice didn’t belong to her; it belonged to someone else. Memories of the night before replayed in his mind. He watched Lily rummage through the chest, finding a strange coin.
What was that coin? Why did it cause him to have a splitting headache when he saw it?
