At the mention of 'win her heart,' and ,' like her,' Zane's expression soured, draining into something hollow and muted, like a shadow swallowing the warmth from his face.
He sank back against the sofa, one hand gripping the armrest, his gaze turned away from Noah as he muttered.
"Forget it. I'm not interested."
He couldn't deny that he did feel that strange stirring toward Selina, perhaps.
But it wasn't a romantic feeling. It was just guilt only.
Like her? That was impossible on his side, and he forbade such feelings from ever taking root in him.
Noah frowned at the cold rejection and sudden shift in attitude. "Why? Were you not the one lamenting that she was rejecting you? And what do you expect from a woman you deceived and lied to? You think she'd let you close so easily for any reason?"
"Must I like her before she lets me close?"
Noah's lips paused. His gaze swept the room, falling on Damien, who stared darkly, as if a forbidden topic had been broached.
