Jaxon's body tensed with murderous intent as he shadowed Zara. He stretched his hand toward her, ready to grab her arm. But the sudden echo of approaching footsteps made him halt. He drew his hand back when he took a quick look at the two women coming over, chatting casually as they headed toward the ladies' restroom.
Grinding his teeth in frustration, he melted into the men's restroom to avoid raising suspicions.
Minutes later, Zara emerged, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. Her gait was uneven, and dizziness clouded her head. The gleaming tiles seemed to ripple like waves beneath her feet. She extended a hand to steady herself against the wall, but a sudden twist of her heel sent her stumbling forward.
Before she could fall, strong arms wrapped firmly around her waist. Zara froze, startled. She blinked as she struggled to focus on the man's face.
