[NOUR]
"You okay?" Nour asked, concerned when Zaire had gone silent for a while now.
The Lycan stiffened, and he looked like a predator ready to pounce, not that Nour was worried about anything, seeing how he was waltzing around the kitchen, oblivious of what he was doing.
Or maybe he was not oblivious. Maybe this prince had just decided to be a brat because he knew he would get away with it.
"You look pale," Nour taunted, and Zaire gulped thickly, like he was trying so hard to find whatever was left of his self-control and hold onto it tightly because if he didn't, he would lose control.
And the menace before him was either crazy for this, or this was where he wanted to be.
There was no knowing, though, because he had NEVER pulled this on Zaire.
Never.
