But even as he spoke those words, Caesar’s mind was racing. Bryan was relentless, and now that he had seen Amara, it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down. Caesar couldn’t let that happen—not to the woman he loved. Not to his Cloe.
He held her close, knowing that the storm had only just begun.
Cloe’s entire body froze at the sound of Bryan’s voice outside the door, shouting her old name—Amara. Her breath hitched, and panic surged through her veins. She buried herself deeper into Caesar’s arms, but the tension in the air was palpable. Caesar, holding her tightly, was boiling with anger, his jaw clenched in frustration as Bryan’s voice echoed down the hallway.
Suddenly, Caesar’s phone rang, and both of them tensed. Bryan, just outside, heard the familiar ringtone
