32 Zara

32

Zara

My lips parted. His words rang in my ears, creating a sudden feeling of cold that spread over my chest, making my knees buckle as I slowly blinked at him.

“You are a Princess.” Hayden repeated it as if it was a disgusting remark, his eyes cold and full of shock and anger. “You are Zara Al Latif, aren’t you?”

I didn’t reply, dropping my hands by my sides. It was the worst time to talk to him about it when I was planning to make him some meal and then spill my secret. But I didn’t know someone was actively trying to kill me by dropping a box of bomb by the cabin.

He knows. He knows I am a Princess.

I squeezed my hand into a fist to stop them from shaking and took a shuddering breath. As much as I want to explain everything to him, I can’t do it now. We were in danger.

“Hayden, we don’t have time to talk about this right now—”

“You are right, we don’t. You lied to me and God—fuck.” He shook his head and started walking. In the direction of the burning cabin.

“We can’t go the