ZAYLA

Yes. I wanted to run. Not just from him, but from what I was feeling. From how Ziven looked at me.

I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, and cleared my throat, pulling myself together. "Uhh... Can you move a bit?" My voice came out small. Dry.

Zane raised a brow, "You sure?"

I ignored him, and slowly wiggled out of his little trap. My gaze briefly met Ziven's again, as I stepped around both of them and made a beeline for the door.

My steps were too fast to be casual, but I didn't care. I just needed air. Space.

Before any of them could...