AMARA'S POV
The stranger let out a hiss. “And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” He demanded.
Rylan held my gaze for the briefest second, before he shifted his gaze back to the man. He sighed, “I don't have all day, let the girl go,” His deep voice slided over my skin, my body shuddered with a trail of goosebumps.
The other man tightened his grip around my wrist. “I'm not letting her go for you, man,” He insisted, “I found her first,”
My stomach lurched with the scones I had at Camilla's. I tried to hold myself from puking all over the place, at the man's words.
I didn't want to even make the mental image of this man being close to me with a few inches. His words must've irritated Rylan, whose face turned the colour of parchment.
“I’m not going to repeat myself again,”
