Her mission required precision and caution. As she made her way out, her heart pounded in her chest. She reached a door and hesitated, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. Outside, she found Rowan laying on the bed, seemingly asleep. His eyes were shut, and his breathing was steady. He looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the intense, guarded man she had seen earlier.
Slowly, Amara walked towards him, her steps light and deliberate. She needed to make sure he was asleep, so she reached out and gently touched his arm, giving him a slight shake. Before she could react, Rowan’s eyes flew open, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the bed. In an instant, she found herself pinned beneath him, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
Panic surged through Amara as she struggled
