"Annabelle," she whispered, watching her approach. "You're supposed to be in the office. Why are you roaming around?"
Selina swallowed hard as Annabelle's eyes darted between her and Zane, scrutinizing them. Annabelle looked so stunned she couldn't form proper words—and the longer she stared, the more Zane seemed to tug at some distant memory of hers.
Zane tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes in cool assessment.
The air shifted, sending a taunting chill down Selina's spine. She couldn't hide her tension anymore.
Once Annabelle reached a respectful distance, she met Zane's unreadable gaze and hissed under her breath:
"I'm thinking about those amber eyes… features… and that cold, mysterious aura. Everything feels too familiar. Where have I seen him?" She waved a hand vaguely across his face, which had no mask.
Zane raised his brows, also finding something faintly familiar about her.
