Being with Zeran for the past few days felt like sprinting toward a finish line that kept stretching further—or maybe there was no finish line at all.
Lethia drew in a deep breath, trying to ease the tightness in her chest. Zeran always managed to catch her off guard, always left her speechless just when she thought she was beginning to understand him, but she was wrong.
And could she really just marry someone so impossible to predict? She should've refused right away, so why did she hesitate? That wasn't like her at all.
They barely knew each other, yet every time she looked into his eyes, there was always that haunting sense of familiarity.
"Do your eyes have superpowers too?" she asked out of nowhere.
Zeran frowned. "No. Why?"
Lethia shook her head and looked away. "Nothing."
'I wonder if those eyes could bewitch someone…'
That thought clung to her because she didn't want to admit she had already fallen under their spell.
"Have you found the one who tried to stab me?"
