Zara's POV

"Cover your eyes," Nic said, handing me a black blindfold.

He had been acting a little strangely for the last twenty minutes, and I could not figure out what was bothering him.

I looked down at the blindfold he was holding, then looked up to meet his eyes.

I was uneasy about his request.

Ronan suddenly slowed the car, adding more tension to the request.

I kept staring at Nicolas and twitching my eyebrows while he laughed, clearly amused by my ...