Her fists clenched tighter. "I know you're not. But—" Her words trailed off as she sized him up—his tall frame, the strength in his shoulders.
Too bad!
Judging by his height and build, his strength would easily outmatch her own, no matter how fiery she was. Selina's mind screamed at her to run—run before she got herself caught.
She didn't trust Zane, not anymore and wouldn't.
Selina tried to dart past him, but he was quicker.
His hand caught her wrist—firm, unyielding, yet strangely careful. His grip adjusted slightly, as if to make sure he didn't hurt her. In one swift motion, Selina twisted on her heel and swung a sharp kick toward his face.
Zane, swift as ever, read her move in advance. He jerked his head back just in time, the kick slicing past his face. He stumbled a step back, his brows knitting into a grim line.
She flashed him a scornful smile before turning on her heels to run away.
