Chapter 14 Mirrors and Motives

Zara's pov

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the figure in front of me. Seriously, didn't he own a shirt?

The water still clung to his skin, beads trickling down as he casually tied a towel around his waist.

My thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind, especially with his damp hair falling into his eyes.

"I asked you a question," he said again,