Zoe’s POV
I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh — to tell me he was joking.
But Julian didn’t move.
He just leaned back against the seat, watching me with those dark, unflinching eyes that stripped away every last layer of composure I had left.
“Don’t look so alarmed,” he murmured, his voice deep and velvet-smooth. “The windows are tinted. No one can see you.”
My throat tightened. “Julian, I—I have somewhere I need to be.”
“You’re trembling.” His tone was low,teasing. “Why? You think I’m not going to let you out if you want to leave?”
My pulse pounded and I was torn between logic and desire.I opened my mouth, but the words dissolved on my tongue because I knew Julian would never hold me against my will. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest hint of a smile curving his lips
