The ferocity in his voice made Zanya startle and she felt a little fear winding its way from the base of her spine up into her throat. Her heart began to thump wildly. It was strange how he made her feel scared when she was undoubtedly stronger than him right now.
And what was stranger was his refusal. She could clearly see the uncontrollable fire and hunger that were reflected in his predatory gaze. He had the eyes of the most ferocious hunter right now, so how was he still able to have the presence of mind in telling her to go away? Was he not supposed to be driven to the brink of madness by his lust? She was curious on what was happening in his mind.
She had prepared herself. In fact, she had already anticipated that he would have jumped on her like a starved wolf the very moment she said those words to him and dropped her cloak. But to her immense surprise, he did no such thing. Why? How?
