Caesar moved slowly toward Amara’s bed, his footsteps deliberate, his expression unreadable. The air seemed to thicken with his presence as he leaned over her, his scent—rich and intoxicating—enveloping her. Amara’s heart raced in her chest, each beat pounding louder than the last. Was this the same man she had glimpsed earlier? The one who had stood over her like a dark, imposing angel?
Her pulse quickened as he drew closer. His handsome face loomed above her, and she could feel his breath warm against her skin. Then, without warning, Caesar’s fingers gently brushed against her cheek, sending a wave of shivers down her spine. Her body reacted uncontrollably, every nerve tingling with a strange, overwhelming sensation.
Caesar’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he observed her reaction
