Serena
I couldn't move. My chest felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.
The space between us felt like a battlefield, his piercing golden eyes locked on mine, both of us refusing to break the suffocating silence. Zade's gaze was unrelenting, sharp and furious, his presence as overpowering as a summer storm brewing on the horizon.
I hated him.
And yet, I couldn't deny the sheer force of him.
The sunlight streaming through the open balcony doors bathed him in shades of gold and shadow, highlighting every sharp line of his impossibly handsome face. His dark cloak draped over his broad shoulders like an extension of the power that radiated from him, casting faint rippling shadows across the polished stone floor.
