Mira tilted her head, her brows knitting together as she studied him. Something was definitely off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Was he annoyed? Upset? The tension radiating from him was palpable, but she had no clue why. She knew Zamian well enough to sense when something was wrong, but this… this was different. This was something she couldn't quite place.
He stood there, silent, his posture rigid. His jaw clenched tightly, and she could see the muscle in his neck flexing as if he were holding something in—something dangerous, something he wasn't ready to release.
