Zara's POV
I didn't even make it halfway down the corridor before Atlas found me. Talia had told me she needed to use the restroom so we separated.
It wasn't like I didn't hear him coming, his boots echoed on the stone floor like a drum — but somehow, I thought maybe if I kept walking, kept my head down, he'd just let it go. He didn't.
"Zara."
His voice. Low and rough.
I kept walking.
"Zara!"
A hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me back so fast I stumbled. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, the cold stone biting through my uniform. His hand braced beside my head, his other still gripping my wrist.
His eyes — gods, his eyes.
That stormy gray, swirling with something I couldn't read. Anger? Confusion? Hunger?
I didn't know. But it left me breathless.
