Reborn: Romance in the Apocalypse
He pointed at me and asked Ace, "What exactly is your relationship with her?"
Ace let out a quiet laugh. Leaning in just a fraction closer, he turned to me. "Zayla, what do you think we are?"
I met his gaze.
His eyes—those deep amber eyes—glowed like molten gold under the dim light. A predator's gaze, lazy yet sharp, like a panther lying in wait.
His stare burned into me, igniting something deep inside.
There was no resisting a look like that.
Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm.