Third Person's POV
Zoey walked into Russell's room. He was standing in front of the French window, talking on the phone.
Dressed in dark blue pajamas that blended with the curtains of the same hue, he turned his head upon hearing her approach, his pale face appearing colder.
After ending the call, he walked up to Zoey.
Zoey lowered her eyes, her teeth biting her lower lip.
Russell used his fingertip to lift her chin, asking, "Afraid to look at me?"
Zoey responded vaguely, "How could I be?"
Russell took a step forward, his toes touching hers, "I'm sorry. I lost control a bit today."
"It's okay. I understand. After all, you were drugged."
"What if I hadn't been drugged?"
Zoey swallowed hard. If that were the case, she was indeed a little scared.
Russell chuckled, picked her up hor
