"I can do this on my own," Amelia murmured as she saw Daniel approach again. She was shaken, hurt, and humiliated, and on top of all that, the wounds and scratches on her body had started to hurt. The last thing she needed was Daniel's presence adding to her already growing list of problems. Besides, she didn't want to look at him or feel his gaze on her, not after being exposed like that during the fight.
"Do you really think you can manage with your hands shaking like that?" he countered, stopping beside her and leaning his hip against the sink counter. Amelia looked at her own hands, realizing she hadn't even noticed the bottle trembling in them.
She put the bottle on the counter, placed her hands on the cold marble surface, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I think my n
