“Move your hand,” Zaha says, expression stoic, “or it’ll be the last time you have one.”

He can sense your fear at the men surrounding you through your soulmate bond. Anger boils inside him at the thought. How dare they scare you? Zaha grits his teeth.

Before he was sent back in time, he hadn’t met you. This is a fresh start, one where he’ll protect you. One where you won’t die. He won’t allow it.