AMARA'S POV
His eyes glued on me.
Each step he took was deliberate, bold, and heavy with power …. like every footfall warned the air to stay still.
The sound of his polished shoes echoed through the marble floor, sending a shiver down my spine. Everyone around us dropped their gazes, not daring to meet his eyes. The silence was suffocating, thick, like fear itself had swallowed the room whole.
When Zed stopped in front of me, his eyes locked on mine.
For a second, maybe longer, time froze. My breath hitched, and warmth crept up my neck to my cheeks. His gaze burned into me, intense and unreadable, and I could feel my pulse race beneath my skin. Why was he looking at me like that? Like he owned every inch of me.
Then, suddenly, his gaze snapped away …sharp and cold to the half-dressed
