ZAYLA

The rest of the drive remained heated, with Ziven taking several daring glance at me, jaw tight, like he was waiting for me to pull another stunt.

Fucking Grumpy.

As soon as the car stopped, he killed the engine and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out with him.

"Why are you so scared i'd run away?" I asked, trying to tug free.

He didn’t answer. Just kept walking, his grip firm, as he dragged me along the dimly lit path to the house.

I huffed. About to give up on getting any answer, then his voice came.

"Scared you'd run away?"

"Yes."

He sighed. "I didn't think you'd asked...