Nala
I learned earlier that fighting the man was useless; his strength and resolve always overpowered my own. But that didn't stop the flood of emotions rushing through me—fear, anger, confusion, and a reluctant, undeniable attraction. I looked up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of his true intentions, but all I saw was that same confident, unyielding gaze.
"No," I said, pulling away.
"So, where are you from originally?' he asked me. Information I wasn't ready to give away. I was silent, and I could see him change his mind about the question and let it go. He must have realised it was a sensitive topic I didn't want to share and information I wasn't willing to give. I was glad he respected my silence on the matter.
"Come on, let's eat, and then we pack and leave," he said, and
