Zethan's body remained still, his eyes widening as another tear slipped from her closed eyes. Her breathing turned ragged.
CLANK!
A sharp sound echoed as the seatbelt was pulled away on the plane. As he stood, he moved to remove hers. It seemed she was still asleep. Then, he instinctively scooped her into his arms.
To his surprise, she clung to him, pressing her face against his neck.
His jaw tightened—not because of her, but because of himself.
He didn't like this.
This unfamiliar feeling creeping into him.
She was dangerous. Not in the way he had expected, but in a way that unsettled him.
She made him feel things he had never allowed himself to feel.
And he didn't want to let her go.
Ever.
Yet, he had to.
For the plan.
A frustrated sigh left his lips as he shook his head. How was she doing this so effortlessly? He had believed no one could break him, yet here she was—chipping away at his defenses. Step by step. Brick by brick.
And worst of all…
He was letting her.
