Chapter 19
Amara’s POV
The silence stretching through the double-height grand room was so absolute I could hear the crackle of the embers in the hearth and the ragged, shallow sound of my own breath.
Michael stood frozen in the firelight, his dark shirt half-unbuttoned, his golden wolf eyes wide with incredulous shock. Beside him on the massive leather sofa, Sienna scrambled to pull up the silk straps of her dress, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide as she stared at me huddled on the cold stone floor in the shadow of the pillar.
For a terrifying, agonizing moment, nobody moved.
Then, a slow, sickening smirk curved the corner of Michael’s lips.
"Amara," he purred, his voice dripping with smooth, arrogant amusement as he adjusted his cuffs. He stepped over the low rug, his heavy boots e
