It took Hera a moment to realize why Zhane was looking at her the way he was. It wasn't just because of her comment about liking eggs—it was something more.
The way his gaze lingered on her, she suddenly remembered the night they'd shared, the heat of the moment when her hands had slipped into his pants, touching him in ways that had made everything feel... unholy.
Her face flushed instantly as the memory hit her, and for a moment, she felt like her brain was short-circuiting. She could feel her heart racing, her chest tightening.
But she wasn't the only one who noticed.
The men around her exchanged concerned glances, their eyes shifting between Hera and Zhane.
Leo, in particular, watched them both with growing suspicion, his sharp eyes catching the subtle change in Zhane's demeanor—the usually aloof man now visibly flustered.
Leo could sense that something had happened between them, something that went deeper than he'd anticipated.
