Amara awoke the next morning with the first rays of sunlight filtering through the heavy curtains of her room. The manor was quiet, save for the faint sound of birds outside. She lay there for a moment, trying to shake the lingering sense of unease that had followed her from the night before. But it wasn’t the mystery of the estate or even the fear of Jonas Hargrave that had her heart pounding. It was Alexander.
She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him—about the way he’d looked at her in the dim light of the study, his eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite place. Something that made her stomach flutter and her skin tingle.
She’d never been one to fall for someone easily, especially not someone like Alexander—a city boy, so different from the men she’d known in her small vi
