Zara’s POV
That seemed like an unreasonable statement.
Not inaccurate.
Just unreasonable.
I opened my mouth to object, but Greyson’s hand slid to the back of my neck before words formed. Warm fingers threaded lightly into my hair, anchoring without force.
My pulse made several poor decisions.
“We are in public,” I said weakly.
“We are on a tower.”
“There are windows.”
“I can break them.”
“You always solve problems violently.”
“Usually.”
The bond pulsed with amusement.
Traitor.
I should have stepped back.
Instead I stood very still while he studied me with the focused patience of a predator deciding when to strike. I was even becoming impatient on when he's going to attack.
Dangerous man.
“Say something clever,” I muttered.
“You’re beautiful when commanding armies.”
That
