Chapter 77
Zara's POV
I watched as Edwin, seemingly oblivious to the tension he had just caused, turned to Marlowe with concern etched on his face. "Hey, man, are you okay?" he asked, his voice calm and soothing.
Marlowe's gaze didn't waver from mine, his eyes burning with a fierce emotion that made my heart skip a beat. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, unable to look away.
I decided to break the spell by bending down to help with the broken pieces, but as I did, I accidentally cut my hand on a shard of glass. Marlowe's reaction was immediate - he yelled at me with concern, his face pale. "Zara, no! Don't touch that!" he exclaimed, rushing to my side.
He gently took my hand in his, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Sit down, I'll get something to help with the cut,"
