Zoya’s P.O.V
I could hear a low, growling sound, and even as it was greatly puzzling me, it took me a
while to realize that the noise was coming from the man's throat.
I blinked. What normal person did that when they were agitated?
As I was starting to be genuinely wary of this man, I blinked again, and suddenly, he was directly in front of me, his hand over my mouth to cover it and keep me from demanding what the hell he was doing.
The close physical proximity was, to say the very least, unnerving to me, and I found it
hard to concentrate when his hand burned my lips with his touch. It was not romantic
or intimate at all, but my own traitorous heart, much to my annoyance, pounded faster
than its usual speed, and I found myself getting somewhat light-headed and a little weak
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