s**t. I was in s**t.
"Where did you get yours?" He asked. I blinked at him as he studied me with his dark gaze. My heart was pounding furiously and I hoped to god that it doesn't show on my face. This was Leonardo Ammassari. He will look right through me in the blink of an eye. If he can notice such a trivial thing, it was not possible that he wouldn't sense something was wrong.
But f**k what do I say? Where did I get a bullet wound from?
"I..." I focused on scrubbing his lion while trying to come up with a believable excuse. Think Amara...think fast.
"Look at me, Amara," He commanded. "I like it when you look into my eyes while talking. It reflects your honesty," I gulped. Was he intentionally taunting me? Being sarcastic? Nevertheless, I raised my eyes to face him and he held my
