AMARIS'S POV
AMARIS'S POV
Time might’ve stopped—freezing even the soft sway of the flowers.
Or maybe it was me who had just stopped breathing, stopped feeling the relentless pounding of my heart, fingers locked in ice.
Kade’s lips stretched into a wild, dangerous grin, devilish blue eyes lit with perverse glee.
He was no longer the man I’d seen yesterday in the hallway, consumed with rage—an unrivaled, murderous fury fixated on me and the man I’d nearly killed.
No, this Kade was relaxed.
Too relaxed.
Too cocky.
Too inflated with his swagger-drunk arrogance and that low-burning, eye-f*****g charm that made you feel undressed every time he looked at you.
How much had the other two brothers heard?
“Sweetheart,” Kade’s voice was a slow pour of sin—sugar-laced and smooth, like i
