Chapter Eight
Zeke
She walked in front of me, while I was buried deep in my thoughts.
“About last night,” She turned and faced me abruptly. She looked adorably flustered, that my anger vanished like a wisp of smoke.
“It was a mistake.” My words were a sharp contrast to the way my heart was pounding so fast like it'd fall out of my chest. I caught the brief look of disappointment in her eyes, before it disappeared.
“Oh…” Her lashes fluttered low, and she gripped the hem of her shirt nervously.
I straightened. It was now or never.
I grabbed her, and pinned her to a nearby wall. In panic, she raised her blue jade eyes at me. Our breaths intermingled, and my eyes strayed down to her lips.
“We are worlds apart, Mirabella. I have duties to fulfill, and you're getting in the way of them.” Injecting the barest form of venom into my words, I said.
Her lips parted, but no word came out.
“Don't read much into it-” I was saying, but she cut me off.
“Then why did you save me from
