"I don't need your pity or your concern," she said, her voice softer but still guarded. "I've been through enough to know how to handle myself."
Rowan nodded, respecting her defiance. "I get that. But sometimes, it's okay to let someone in, to let someone care."
Amara scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You think I should just trust you?”
Rowan's expression hardened, his jaw clenching. "I'm not asking for your trust, Amara. Just a chance."
"A chance for what?" she challenged, her eyes flashing with anger.
"A chance to prove that I'm not like the others," Rowan replied, his voice steady. "A chance to show you that not everyone is out to hurt you."
Amara laughed bitterly. "That's rich, coming from someone like you."
"Someone like me?" Rowan echoed, raising an eyebrow.
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