Nesrin took a warm bath to calm her racing heart. She slumped against the large pool and sank her head beneath the surface.
Izekiel shouldn't act like that.
It made Nesrin doubt herself when he showed consideration to her, when he acted warmly, or when his dark inexplicable gaze would seize her in.
Is that how Johanna felt when she was with him?
The shadow of his lips on her was still afresh, the way he held her close and the things that his eyes promised, it was all filling her mind.
It was all too confusing.
Nesrin had known him well enough in those 1025 chapters of Damsel of Distress. She should trust her knowledge, she should remember that he was a devil himself. He was charming, and had a silver tongue.
And yet, for some reason, his words, his actions, his attention, they all didn't seem a facade.
Nesrin came out of the water.
It was dangerous to have hope.
