Chapter Eight
Miserable and confused, Amelia tried to find solace. After Jace had left her and she’d pulled herself together, she’d showered and dressed and escaped from the suite. She had spent most of the day drifting around the hotel, trying to avoid people and figure out what was going on.
Now, as evening deepened, she’d come down to the private beach that bordered the one side of the building. It was surprisingly quiet and Amelia went down to the far end near some rocks, and settled into the sand to watch the waves and the sunset.
The tranquil surroundings did little to calm the storm in her heart and mind. Jace’s transformation had to have been a trick, she told herself. It was another game of his, probably some scheme to get back at Natasha. It had all been done by special
