ZINA
Blue, thoroughly amused eyes blinked back at Zina while she stood rooted in shock, not really processing the words of the man who was still supporting her by the waist, and whose biceps she was still clutching onto for support.
Her heart thudded against her ears, so much so that she was sure that they all heard the strange palpitations and probably mistook it as some sort of feelings on her part for the handsome stranger with blue eyes and silver hair.
Zina couldn't have possibly gotten the eyes mixed wrong. She was sure that those eyes were the same as that of the wolf that stood by Daemon's side… the same wolf that died under the hands of the cloaked figure that somehow bore Zina's face and her staff….
…there was no way she was going to admit that that heartless thing that controlled her staff was her. No way.
