"Why did you come here?" Zara asked, flustered. "You should be resting. I'll be there in a moment."
Nathaniel didn't respond. He just took a silent step toward her.
Zara's breath hitched as he closed in, tension crawling beneath her skin. Her fingers tightened around the hair dryer as her legs instinctively backed away, only to bump against the wall of the closet.
He stopped inches away. "Why are you nervous?" he asked, head slightly tilted, his eyes studying her face.
"I'm not," she replied quickly, lifting her chin, but the tremble in her voice gave her away.
Nathaniel moved in again, and this time, Zara's back was fully against the closet. He leaned down, so close that his breath warmed her ear. "I don't eat people," he whispered teasingly.
Zara's mouth parted in surprise, but no words came out.
He took the hair dryer from her.
"I can do it—" she began to protest, but the hum of the dryer cut her off.
