Their Hidden Princess (Zora and Maximus) novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258

When he looked at me, his eyes shown like he saw me as some kind of angel. His angel.

“My name is Zora,” I told him.

“Zora. A beautiful name.”

I tried very hard not to blush, but a bit of heat still filled my cheeks.

“I don’t know my name,” he said.

“What would you like to be called?” I asked. “This could be your chance to pick anything.”

He considered a moment, then said, “I would like you to decide.”

A name was a very personal thing, and I didn’t know this man very well. But then, he didn’t know himself either.

“How about… Neo.”

“Neo,” he said. “Yes. I like it. Thank you.”

“Happy to. Now…” I stepped back from the dais, and from him, but as he was still holding my arm, he came with me. “I can’t teleport with you, so we need to find another way out together.”

He glanced around. “Why not the door?”

“It’s locked tight. I couldn’t make it budge.”

“May I try?” he asked.

“If you think you can, but I’m telling you, that thing is impossible.”

We both moved closer to the door. I was hoping, as we did so, that he would see the heavy iron reinforced into the door and be able to surmise, as I had when touching it, that we would have an easier time bursting through the wall than this thing.

Whoever put Neo down here wanted to make sure he stayed locked in. Or, it was to protect him. Perhaps, like sleeping beauty in a tower, he was locked away until his one true mate came a long and –

I shook my head. What was I thinking?

Neo wasn’t my mate.

Yet, even as I condemned that line of thinking, I felt a stirring in my chest, swelling where a mating bond would be. With four other mates, I was something of an expert on the feeling. Even if I wanted to ignore it, as I was actively doing, it wasn’t going away.

It had to be because Neo was handsome. Wide shoulders, thin hips. A painter’s dream of a face.

Neo looked from the door to where his hand still rested on my arm. “Promise me you won’t teleport away the moment I release you… Or the minute after.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He nodded, curtly. Then, that cute little line returned to between his brows as he seemingly forced himself to let me go. He waited a moment, his hand an inch away from me, as if he would try to grab me if I fled.

I stayed still, watching him. Seeing him so uncertain, I wondered if someone he kept close had broken his trust. Was that why he struggled to trust me now? Well, whoever that hypothetical person was, they could go to the hells.

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