ZAYLA

I hadn't made it to the hallway that led to my room when I was suddenly cornered by Ziven. He blocked my path, with his imposing and intimidating height. His expression was dark and unreadable, his gaze burned with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

I paused. My breath was caught somewhere between my throat, as my pulse quickened.

He just stood there, watching me intensely. His burning gaze bored holes into me, hot enough to rip off my cloth and burn right into my soul. As if on cue, I folded my arms around my chest and furrowed my brows.

He obviously wanted me to say...