{ZARA}

Shit. What the hell does Adam want with me?

My lungs deny me oxygen as he comes closer with those heavy steps of his, like he’s about to ask some world-ending favor.

Great. Just fucking great.

“Zara, can we talk?” His deep voice rumbles in my chest, and I drag in a breath, gotta put my shit together.

“What the hell do you wanna talk about?” I snap, trying to sound chill and at the same time trying to sound angry at him.

I don't even know which voice should ...