Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 165

**Where Sleeping Rivers Dream We Follow Trails Toward Tomorrow by Evan Milesa Cade 165**

**Chapter 165**

**Kairos**

Kairos stood rooted to the spot, his eyes tracing Zora’s retreating figure as she moved away from him. The chill of the night air contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from her back, an almost palpable energy that seemed to beckon him closer, despite the distance growing between them. He could sense her desire, a raw and unfiltered longing that mirrored his own. With a frustrated groan, he tilted his head back, staring at the star-speckled sky. It felt all too familiar, this moment of yearning and regret, reminiscent of the last time she had left him hanging in the same way.

He was going to kiss her.

He wanted it more than anything.

Perhaps it was the way the moonlight danced upon her skin, casting a silvery glow that made her appear ethereal. Or maybe it was the intoxicating scent that lingered in the air, wrapping around him like a lover’s embrace, leaving him breathless. Then there was her expression—those narrowed eyes and the slight curl of her lips, a mix of disdain and challenge that sent a rush of heat straight to his core.

Was this some kind of cosmic retribution for his past mistakes?

The thought nagged at him, but what truly consumed him was the sheer, desperate need to press his lips against hers.

As he watched the door to her building slam shut across the campus lawn, another frustrated groan escaped him. He felt as if he were trapped in a cycle of failure, no closer to winning Zora over than he had been during their last encounter. He had intended to apologize, to confess that he believed they were destined to be together. But then, of course, there was Maximus, that insufferable rival, and Lunerly, with his smug confidence, not to mention the ever-present shadow of the Queen herself.

Once again, Kairos found himself cast aside, left to stew in his own frustration.

He let out a low growl, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. It was a feeling he was unaccustomed to—being disregarded, overlooked. Throughout his life, he had always been the center of attention: his father’s pride, his family’s golden boy, the object of affection for countless girls.

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