Cade's grip tightened on Zehra's chin, his fingers painfully pressing on her skin as she tried her best to seem unfazed by it. Zehra expected him to yell, hit, or even hurt her, but his face remained expressionless. She noticed how he had one of those most beautiful faces she had ever seen, with a strong jawline, matching plump lips, and eyes darker than a night with specs of gold; girls probably flocked at him. His lips curled, and he let out a cold laugh, letting her chin go. Zehra stood there, her face scrunching up in disgust for him. "So brave little rabbit," Cade remarked, his eyes looking at her with an intense glare that made her uncomfortable. She was dressed in a big black dress called an abaya to conceal her body curve, which was a tradition in her homeland for unmated females. She made sure she had her hair tucked in her scarf, and there was no way he could see some of her strands. "I'm not a little rabbit," she spats back, her eyes glaring at him, making his lips curl
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