Amara's POV
I try so hard to move—to speak—but my body can’t respond. It feels like something unseen bound me to the bed, leaving me trapped in my own skin. Then, a voice. Low. Velvet-soft. Poisonously sweet.
“Ara…you’re even more beautiful than I remember.”
My breath hitched. I know damn well that voice. Every syllable carved its way into me, dragging out memories that I had buried deep.
“D-Damon…?” my voice come out only in my mind. The real sound never escaped my lips.
He placing his hand over his chest, right where his heart should be. “This heart can’t lie, Ara. It still belongs to you. You’re so much more than her…even if you’re just a simple wolf.”
His words slice through me like moonlight through fog—painful, nostalgic, and wrong all at once. I want to hate him. I should
