Lena’s breath caught as he stopped just in front of her. His proximity was disarming — the faint scent of his cologne, the way the sunlight painted golden edges on his dark hair. She hated how aware she was of him, how her pulse betrayed her fear… and something else she refused to name.
Finally, she broke the stare, her voice trembling. “You don’t scare me.”
Zayn’s smile was slow, a mix of amusement and something darker. “Good,” he said quietly. “Because I’m not your enemy, Lana.”
The sound of her fake name on his lips made her freeze, as the reality of her situation hit her like hammer.
The air between them hung charged, a silent battle of will and awareness neither could afford to lose. Zayn’s eyes were still on her — that impossible blue, sharp and unreadable — when a sudden vibrat
