Nasya's POV
"Damn it! He noticed!"
The realization sent electric panic coursing through my veins, but years of survival instincts kept my facial muscles perfectly composed. Not a single twitch betrayed the storm raging inside me.
"How can you heal yourself? You don't have a wolf." Zayn's voice was dangerously calm, his emerald eyes scanning my face like a forensic investigator examining a crime scene.
A desperate idea flashed through my mind. Before he could scrutinize further, I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of my inner cheek until coppery blood flooded my mouth.
"The wound's inside." I feigned irritation, dramatically pulling down my lower lip to expose the self-inflicted injury before letting it snap back into place. The entire display lasted less than two seconds - just enough to sell the lie.
