Zain’s POV
I strode over and locked eyes with Blanche before settling down right beside her.
The raw fury coursing through me seemed to seep into her, making her shift uncomfortably for reasons she couldn’t name.
I watched her study my face—my jaw locked tight with rage—while she stayed completely silent.
The silence stretched between us until I finally broke it, my voice coming out low and gravelly. “Planning to just sit there gawking at me? Nothing to say?”
Blanche straightened up, fingers raking through her hair. “I don’t see the point in talking.”
My mouth curved into a bitter smile. “Not even curious about why I’m furious?”
She didn’t take the bait. Her voice turned ice-cold. “Nothing I want to know.”
Her complete indifference hit a nerve. I leaned in suddenly, closing the distance until my face filled her vision. She startled, clearly caught off guard by how close I’d gotten.
