Zara's POV

A deep and lengthy breath escaped Nic's lips, and my attention quickly shifted toward him.

If he couldn't see me, how could I possibly calm him down? He was ready to obliterate everything in his path like a hurricane.

Nicolas's body suddenly relaxed a bit, and the wind abruptly calmed down a bit.

My gaze fixed on the window—the storm was still there, but it seemed to be preparing to destroy.

How was Nicolas controlling the weather?

Was it ...