Author’s Point of ViewZero a did not quite know what emotion she was supposed to feel after hearing his explanation. “A-an unripe fruit? Excuse me? Who does he think he—” “Shh… Go upstairs now.”The warmth that had briefly shimmered in his gaze faded, replaced by a cold, shadowed chill that settled over him like dusk swallowing light. Zerina understood in that instant that she should not push him any further. Still, she could not help the agitation rising within her. Being likened to a fruit was one thing—but an unripe fruit? That comparison bruised her pride. She puffed out her cheeks in protest and lifted her foot as if to stomp, but before doing so, she shot him a glare meant to convey her displeasure at being compared to an inanimate object. Fortunately for her, she was already halfway up the stairs—yes, she deliberately chose the staircase instead of the elevator mostly because she didn’t want to be reminded of her trauma and also, so she could imagine stepping on his fa
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