Selina's lips curved into a subtle, taunting smile. "I must do what I'm supposed to. You should face it."
"Right." Zane gave a clinical nod, then took a step closer while Selina retreated instinctively until her back collided against the white wall nearby.
He lifted his hand, pressing it on the wall above her head. Then he dipped his head close enough for their faces to nearly meet.
Selina reacted instantly, pulling back. She left just enough space between them—enough not to cross lines.
What was he doing? How could he stand this close, in a place like this? Her pulse was thundering with a rush of mixed emotions.
She swiftly pressed her lips into a thin line. She didn't trust him—not after the car, not after what he'd tried to take from her before.
The weight of his gaze settled on her, searching. Her eyes drifted sideways under it, her throat tightening despite herself.
His eyes narrowed, scanning for hesitation. For access. For any crack.
There was none.
Only defence.
