Zara’s POV
I hated when ancient instincts were right.
Especially when they were smug about it.
The whisper inside me did not feel new. It felt remembered.
Not choose him now.
Choose him again.
My pulse hammered.
The chamber waited.
The statues watched.
Greyson stood in front of me like patience carved into muscle and irritation. No words or hurried expression. just waiting.
I stared at him.
“This is all your fault somehow.”
His brows lifted.
“Interesting theory.”
“You appeared in my life and now I’m in a haunted basement choosing destiny.”
“I was also attacked repeatedly.”
“Details.”
One corner of his mouth moved.
Dangerous sight.
The crowned statue’s voice rolled through the chamber.
Consent required. Delay unnecessary.
“Rude and impatient." I muttered.
Greyson’s gaz
