As Amara reached the gates of the Moretti mansion, she glanced back. Rowan had stopped his car just a bit away, watching her intently. She felt a small surge of relief mixed with frustration; at least he still had some rational thinking left. Pulling out her phone, she dialed his number again.
"Leave now," she said firmly when he answered.
"Go inside," Rowan replied, his tone calm but commanding.
Amara gritted her teeth, her patience wearing thin. "Leave," she repeated more forcefully before ending the call. She drove through the gates and parked her car, her mind still buzzing with irritation. Through her rearview mirror, she saw Rowan's car reversing and finally heading back.
A playful smile appeared on Rowan's usually cold face as he watched her go inside.
The next day dawned brig
