Calista

　　I glanced around nervously, my fingers clutching at the edge of my jacket. "Zane…" My voice faltered as I struggled to find the right words.

　　Zane stepped closer, his eyes steady, his hand reaching out as if to bridge the gap between us. "Calista, no," he said firmly. "I'm not trying to pressure you."

　　I drew in a shaky breath. My gaze darted between the shadows around us. "I know," I finally murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "But right ...