ZARA POV
Clinging.
The word echoed through my brain like a broken record. He wasn't exactly welcoming me with open arms like I had imagined. I let my arms wrap themselves around my naked body. “I…I'm sorry, Hero. I'm honestly not trying to be clingy. I’m in some kind of a big mess, and I thought you could render some help.”
"Hero?" The man next to him barked, and I flinched. I'd almost forgotten we had an audience. What had Hero called him? Jeremy. "Don't you ever call him Hero again, or I'll feed your tongue to the deadly animals in the woods.”
I quickly looked down, realising my mistake. In my eagerness to talk to him, I had forgotten to be respectful. "I apologise," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, before speaking again.
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