Zara’s POV
The confidence. The audacity. The way he said it as if he had already figured me out. I couldn’t let him have that satisfaction.
I forced my face blank, pushed the swell of heat from my chest down where it couldn’t breathe. “I should head to my room,” I said flatly, keeping my voice as neutral as I could. “It’s getting late.”
I turned, my hand finding the doorknob. But before the door shut, I let the bitterness slip free. “Thanks for ruining my plans today.”
And then I slammed the door, harder than I intended.
The sound echoed down the hallway, sharp and final. My pulse raced, and I didn’t know if it was from his infuriating grin still burning in my memory or from the fact that my plan had gone completely to waste. Either way, I wasn’t going to give him the last word.
I st
