Mark’s Pov
Amrey's call had left me reeling. Her voice, usually so confident and bright, was laced with a tremor I'd never heard before. "I need to talk to you. It's important," she'd said, and those words echoed in my mind like a frantic SOS. What was so urgent, so sensitive, that she needed to see me alone, in my cabin?
Fear gnawed at me. Was she in danger? Had something happened on the bridge? Or, God forbid, had I done something to upset her? I replayed our last few interactions in my head, searching for any sign of discontent, any hint that I'd overstepped a boundary. But all I could recall were shared smiles, comfortable silences, and the subtle electricity that seemed to crackle between us whenever we were close.
And that was the other part of my turmoil. Amrey. The very thought
