Zane Thorne grabbed Natalie Vaughn's restless hand, his thoughts entirely on her waist.
"Let someone take the thing off your waist first."
Natalie liked the feeling of being evenly matched. She still had some fighting spirit when facing Shannon Rhodes, but when it came to Serena Blackwood, she froze without doing anything.
How dull.
Summoning someone to remove the thing from her waist, Natalie secretly took a breath of relief without the constraint. Before she could say anything, Zane bent down and lifted her up in his arms.
The set was filled with gasps; Zane's series of actions were swift and neat, as if he often did things like this. The difference in their sizes made this princess carry particularly captivating.
Natalie instinctively wrapped her arms around Zane's neck, and before she could voice a question, Zane spoke again.
"I don't know her."
Natalie: ...
Wow, what's with Serena Blackwood? She can't even make a lasting impression on Zane Thorne.
