Zane stepped out of his room, his thoughts still tangled from last night. The kiss lingered in his mind, a moment he hadn't planned but hadn't resisted either. Now, doubt crept in. Had he crossed a line? Could he still claim to be the one judging Emma's character after this? He wasn't sure anymore.
And Emma—what was she thinking? Did she believe she had changed him? That he was no longer the same man who had always kept his distance?
His gaze hardened as he walked through the hall, shaking off the thoughts that clung to him. He wouldn't let a single moment define anything.
As he stepped into the living room, his eyes immediately found Emma. She was there, sitting with a calm expression, but he sensed something beneath the surface—something unreadable.
But his attention quickly shifted.
He wasn't alone with her.
Sitting across from Emma, poised and composed, was Sofia Winston.
Immediately, Zane's expression darkened.