Her heartbeat quickened as she gazed into his eyes. There was something tender in them – something akin to affection. Her heart started racing all of a sudden as she thought he was about to confess his love.
Excitement fluttered in her chest; she longed to hear those three words. But instead of speaking, Nathaniel leaned in and kissed her again.
Zara, however, was restless. She needed to know what his heart truly felt for her. "Nathaniel," she said, pulling back slightly, "I want to ask you something."
He didn't let her finish. "We can talk later," he murmured. "Let me do this first."
Before she could react, he swept her into his arms. Startled, Zara instinctively looped her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?" she whispered, glancing around nervously. "Put me down."
He strode away purposefully, ignoring her protest.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, bewildered.
"I asked Ian to arrange a room for you to rest," he replied calmly. "It should be ready now."
