Aiden’s POV
In all my years, no woman had ever raised a hand against me in anger. The sensation of a slap, an act of physical confrontation, was as unfamiliar as the farthest reaches of the desert.
But then, there was Zora.
As her hand connected with her face, my first reaction was shock. It was a jolt of disbelief, as if I had been abruptly pulled from one reality into another. The stinging sensation on my cheek seemed to echo not just through the air but also through the very core of my existence. I had never experienced such a physical affront before, and the shock of it was magnified by the contrast with the tiny being who had struck me.
The slap, as shocking as it was, seemed almost secondary in the face of what had transpired. It was the intensity of the moment, the profound expe
