Chapter 281 You Really Put On One Hell of a Show

• Hazel Sullivan collapsed into Zachary Luellen’s arms, her pale little face pressed to his firm chest. In that split second, Zachary froze.
• The girl in his arms felt boneless, soft as water the poets raved about, a touch so different from any boy. Hazel was like something spun from dew and silk. He caught a faint, sweet scent on her skin—young and clean—the exact same fragrance he’d breathed two years ago on the street in Regalburg, when her fair fingers slid between his long ones.
• Zachary lowered his handsome lashes, then slowly lifted his hand and wrapped it around her delicate, scented shoulder.