Zayne’s deep brown eyes- like his mother’s, pierced mine, a small charming but cunning smile on his face. He didn’t look surprised. Did he know?

I was a reeling mess, head calculating, eyes blinking. This must be some sort of game or dream, I thought. But as Zayne stepped forward to approach me, reality couldn’t be any further.

His gaze didn’t break from mine as he took my right hand and brought the back of it to his lips, pressing a kiss there longer than necessary. A cold chill ...