Zamian's pupils narrowed as he noticed Mira's subtle attempt to ignore his presence. Her body language was closed off, distant, and for someone like Zamian—used to being in control of every situation—it didn't go unnoticed. His eyes darkened with concern. Mira, who usually met his gaze head-on, now seemed to be shrinking away, lost in her thoughts.
Before he could respond or even ask what was wrong, she turned and began to walk away, her steps hesitant but determined. The cool air brushed against her skin, a chilling contrast to the heat she felt radiating from her thoughts. Without a second's hesitation, Zamian reached out, his large hand wrapping gently but firmly around her arm. The sensation of her cold skin made him frown slightly.
