ZAYLA

My stomach grumbled, breaking the thick silence. I bit down on my lip, my face flushed from embarrassment.

"Our veggie princess is so hungry."

"Shut up, Zane." I hissed and shot him a glare.

I have more questions on my mind, but decided to go with the pressing one. So, I returned my gaze to Ziven, searching his eyes.

"Why? You're saving me, why?"

"Why?" He mimicked, his gaze locked on mine.

"Yes. Men like you... Italian men, don't save anyone without a gain. Especially a helpless American girl. So, what's your gain with me?"

"Dannata furba." Damn clever girl. Zarek murmured with a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming...