Zenith gasped quietly, trying to hold back the wince that felt at the tip of her tongue.
"What are you doing here?" she heard Ryan say, and lifted her head up to look his way, apologetic.
"I am sorry, sir. I didn't mean to —"
"Did you hurt yourself?" Ryan frowned, his gaze dipping to look at her knees. It was covered with her skirt, but he could tell she had suffered pain from her face.
Zenith paused for a second, but then quickly shook her head. "No, I am fine." With that, she tried to get up, but the moment she did, she blenched.
Before she could refuse, Ryan's arms reached to hold her stable on her feet. "You lied," he said, his voice tight.
She stared up at him, ready to deny, but when she saw his brows furrow in deep displeasure, she couldn't.
