Chapter 133: Something Off
Mira tilted her head, her brows knitting together as she studied him. Something was definitely off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Was he annoyed? Upset? The tension radiating from him was palpable, but she had no clue why. She knew Zamian well enough to sense when something was wrong, but this... this was different. This was something she couldn’t quite place.
He stood there, silent, his posture rigid. His jaw clenched tightly, and she could see the muscle in his neck flexing as if he were holding something in—something dangerous, something he wasn’t ready to release.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked softly, her voice tentative, like she was walking on the edge of a precipice. The words felt too light for the gravity of the situation. She had been quiet for a while, letting him brood in silence, and now, it seemed like he was calculating something, as if weighing her words. Her voice faltered slightly, unsure of whether she should push further or give him the space he clearly needed. But she needed answers. She needed to understand.
His gaze shifted toward her, and for a moment, she saw something flicker in his eyes—a flash of something that sent a shiver crawling up her spine. He said nothing at first. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—they were intense, too intense. She felt the weight of his silence like a heavy blanket, suffocating her.
Then, his lips parted, his voice low, steady—almost too steady. "Say it again."
Mira blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Huh? Say what again?"
He stepped closer, closing the space between them, and Mira’s breath caught in her throat. His eyes didn’t leave hers, his presence pressing on her like a physical force. The air between them thickened, and she could feel her pulse quicken, the beat of her heart thundering in her chest. Her stomach fluttered uneasily.
"Honey," he said, his voice smooth but edged with something else—something possessive. "Say it again."
Her eyes widened slightly. She had no idea what was going on. Her mind scrambled for an explanation. What was this all about? Her thoughts were hazy, but her body, it knew something was off. "Honey?" she repeated slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words hung in the air, uncertain, like she was testing the waters, unsure of how he would react. She wasn’t sure what he wanted from her, but whatever it was, it felt like a trap.