Chapter 210

• Zayla Steele lifted her chin a touch. The smile at the corner of her lips carried a hint of mockery, but she smoothed it away fast. Her jet‑black eyes locked on Joaquin Latham. She moved her lips, then said nothing—just murmured, “I’m thirsty.”
• Seeing that manic glint in her smile, Joaquin felt a sudden chill rush through him. “Zayla, what’s wrong?”
• He reached out, wanting to wipe the tear at her eye. Zayla beat him to it and stood. “Nothing. Just thought you’re real sentimental.”