The impulse to call out for help surged within her, yet the prospect of losing face held her captive. Her anxiety threatened to overflow in tears.

“Please, don't cry."

With a tender grip, Waylen Lifted her chin, coaxing her to meet his gaze. He studied her youthful countenance with careful attention.

Her lips quivered, her nose flushed crimson.

Regret gnawed at her.