Rebekah squeezed Zayne's knee, shaking his leg. She pulled a bottle of water from the gas station bag, setting it into his cup holder. Zayne groaned, and she was struck again just how attractive he was. It wasn't fair. His hair grew outwards in thick curls, probably due to his mixed ethnicity. Giving him a strong jaw, full lips, and heavy brow. His jaw was covered in dark stubble that he scratched as he came awake. Those eyes were the same as his grandmother’s though. But Addeline’s icy blue eyes darkened when upset. Zayne changed his tone, but his eyes stayed the same flat crystal blue. It was eerie. "Can you stop doing that," he croaked, rolling his neck before stretching. "I can't," she started but he sucked his teeth, "I know you can't risk it. But where else am I supposed to go ?" he
