She was halfway through the school day, but she still shook.
Amara was still shaking when Becky grabbed her shoulders in the hallway. Her nails dug in, grounding her, forcing her to stay upright when her knees wanted to give in.
“What the hell was that earlier?” Becky whispered harshly, her wide eyes darting around like she was afraid someone would overhear. “Leo and Adrian—were they fighting over you?”
Amara’s lips parted, but nothing came out. She couldn’t answer. She didn’t know what to answer. The memory replayed in her head like a broken record: Leo’s face, the way his jaw clenched, his eyes burning like he was trapped between rage and something else, something darker. That look had glued her to the spot. He had looked like he needed her… but also like he hated himself for it.
Bec
