Zane's POV
Calm down, Zane. He's a man, I reminded myself, shaking my head. And you're not gay… right?
I exhaled slowly, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Then I turned toward Sofia, noticing for the first time the strange, tense expression on her face. Her brows were furrowed, and she looked… afraid?
"What's wrong with you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. "Have a seat."
She shook her head almost instantly. "I'll wait in the car for you, young master," she said quickly, her voice oddly strained.
Before I could protest or ask further, she spun around and dashed out the door, disappearing into the rain like something had just spooked her.
"What the heck is wrong with her?" I muttered under my breath, my brows drawing together. A flicker of irritation flashed across my face but it didn't last long.
