He lowered his upper body, and Selina dipped her head, unable to maintain eye contact at such close range. This proximity always threatened her resolve; it didn't make her want to surrender, but it made her want to flee the emotions it stirred.
"I believe this pain would heal faster if I had the right dose of medicine. A special pill," he murmured.
Still refusing to look at him, her expression soured in bewilderment. "What special pill?"
Zane's jaw tightened. For a moment, restraint held him still. Then his quiet longing slipped through as he reached out, his fingers catching her chin and pinching it softly, lifting her gaze.
Her eyes turned slightly aside, as if clinging to indifference.
This time, he wasn't studying her face for anything unfamiliar. He was searching for something far more dangerous—a flicker of emotion, any sign of what she truly felt for him.
There was nothing. Only a cold composure layered with too many unspoken things.
