Clay's gaze was as sharp as a knife, slicing through Amelia's defenses. She found herself at a loss for words, utterly unable to explain why she was there.
So, she bit her lip and looked at Clay, determined to remain silent.
Clay narrowed his eyes, his fingers drumming lightly on the metal armrest of his wheelchair. "So, you're not going to explain?" he asked.
Amelia stubbornly bit down harder on her lip, refusing to speak.
"Mrs. Kingsley, why are you here?" Marn asked, clearly surprised but also somewhat pleased. Did Amelia know what Clay was up to and get jealous?
Marn glanced at Clay, who was frowning deeply, his demeanor as cold as ice.
Marn quickly pushed aside his own assumptions.
"If you don't plan to explain, alright. Leave her to the guards," Clay said, turning his wheelcha
