Zerina's point of view

My fork slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the plate.

His face, which had been calm moments ago, had tightened into something colder. His eyes burned with that terrifying, icy glow I'd come to recognize means he was done being patient.

"Now , Zerina!"

I swallowed hard and pushed myself up and walked closer to him. His gaze never left me. Every step felt like I was walking towards a storm.

When I reached his side, he caught my hand without ...