Chapter Eighteen
Spin watched from the corner of her eye as Zhi rose and strode from the room. When his gaze had caught hers, she’d felt her heart quicken. Her mouth had gone dry, and suddenly her lower lip felt the need to be tugged into her mouth for moistening. Something passed between them, she didn’t know what, but it was something.
She didn’t like it.
He’d been quiet through dinner. She’d felt his eyes on her the whole time. Each time she’d deflected a question about herself and redirected the conversation to Lark or back to Nian, Zhi’s eyes had never left her face.
Spin got the feeling that he knew she was hiding. Worse, she was certain his lowered lashes told her that he wouldn’t let her hide from him. She’d avoided his gaze until that last moment when he’d bowed to her, and th
