Zyron's Pov
"Bud, are you okay?" Ryker's voice cracked through the music, tugging my attention back.
But it wasn't Ryker I was looking at.
It was Zyron.
The moment I had entered the ballroom his eyes had been on me—and they hadn't left. That fierce, unblinking stare had gone with me over the glossy floor, through the crowd of masked guests and even now that I stood next to Timothy's, his look was like a torch burning into me.
Why is he looking at me like that? I don't understand.
My heart hit so loud that I was almost sure that Timothy would hear it. I forced a feeble grin which, I am sure, gave no indication to him of how much his stare shook me. As if my knees weren't shaking inside this pink gown.
"I thought your date would be someone else, Timothy," Zyron eventually spoke out, his voice quiet but still containing that sharpness.
"What do you mean by someone else?" Timothy raised a brow, puzzled.
