The pounding in her heart became louder until it even echoed resoundingly in her ears as their eyes met. She could already feel the tension suddenly skyrocketing even though they were still at quite a distance from each other.
Last night, Zanya had been contemplating about everything that had happened since the very moment she stepped into his room. She could explain his reactions to her, but she ironically found that her reactions to him were quite inexplicable. She had no idea why she was even having such strong reactions to him. The bond was only supposed to affect the one who drank her blood. It was not supposed to be a two-way street. She had then repeatedly told herself that the bond must have some sort of effect on her somehow, even if does not make any sense. She kept reassuring herself this way because it was just ridiculous for her to think that it was her own heart and body that was reacting the way it was.
