Zora’s POV
My steps came to an abrupt halt as I waited for the strange who had seized my arm refused to release me. I turned to face him, a mixture of apprehension and politeness in my voice. “Is there something you require, my Lord?” I asked, attempting to navigate the situation with a measure of grace.
His grip on my arm remained firm, and he regarded me with a knowing look, his eyes unable to hide his desire“Don’t you remember me from the tavern, beautiful?” he inquired, a glimmer of recognition in his eyes.
My heart sank as I struggled to recall the encounter he was referencing. The tavern was a place I had visited once, and the faces there often blended into a blur of anonymity, mainly because I did not think of that night as often, as it was not one I wished to remember. “I apolog
