KHAL’S POV

I was peeking at the window as I was watching Colden and Zarya hopping inside the car. There was suffocation inside my chest. I admired her. There was no explanation for that. I liked her, maybe the like as someone who was closed to the heart.

“Can’t believe her hair is far longer.” Froy stood beside me and peeked, too.

My forehead was wrinkled, was about to leave him. There were no words that would come out of his mouth, except teasing.

“Why not tell her?” Froy blocked my way. “Colden will definitely get the spot when you are damn slow.”

“What did you know?” I stepped aside...