Chapter 83

Zachariah's temple throbbed as he asked, "What's gone?" "The water..." Laurelle met his gaze with those pleading eyes. Her expression was innocent and irresistibly gentle as she asked, "Could you get me another glass?" Her small hand felt delicate in his. Their fingers were still intertwined. The intimate gesture was both alluring and dangerous, and Zachariah held onto his last shred of self-control as he pulled his hand away. He growled through gritted teeth, "Stay here! I'll get you some more." Before long, Zachariah returned with another glass of water. This time, he brought it directly to her lips. However, Laurelle suddenly rolled over and nearly tumbled off the bed with the blanket. Zachariah quickly reached out to catch her, dropping to one knee. In his haste, the water spilled across his chest and arms. After a few seconds of silence, Laurelle frowned at the mess. Then, she smiled at Zachariah, grabbed his collar, and pulled him up from the floor. Before Zachariah