A slow smile crept across Zeev's face—soft, warm, and so heartbreakingly genuine that her throat went dry in an instant. His golden eyes glimmered, no longer just glowing faintly but burning with something deeper, something raw and intense, as if holding emotions too vast to name.
"Since the day I took my first breath," he said, his voice soft but steady, carrying a quiet intensity. "Since before you even knew I existed. I've felt you… even before this life. Always."
Sumaya drew in a sharp breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin prickling as the weight of his words settled over her. She struggled to make sense of it, her mind racing to keep up with the emotions stirring inside her.
"This is crazy," she whispered, rubbing her hands over her face like she could wipe the thoughts away, shake herself free from the fog clouding her mind. "I need to wake up. Seriously, I need to wake up. Like. Now
