Zane placed both hands on his waist, breathing heavily as he approached her in brisk, determined strides.
"Goodness! Can't you stop chasing me like some crazy psycho?!" she snapped.
"I'm not hurting you. I just want to talk."
"Talk?" Selina scoffed, tilting her head mockingly.
"So don't stress us running around," he continued, voice deep but strained. "Be a good girl and come to me." He gestured for her to stay put.
"As if! You brought men to capture me. Who talks like that?"
"If I didn't, you'd run away—as you clearly are. I don't want this dragging until sunset."
"I'm not talking to you until you do what I told you," she shot back, pivoting sharply.
The moment she pushed through the front doors, Zane sprang forward, ignoring the onlookers gathering in confusion.
"Stop there, Selina!"
"What is wrong with you?" she whined, almost breathless.
"She's too stubborn," he groaned, sprinting after her again.
