CHAPTER THREE
Amara pressed her back against the door, breathing hard. The image wouldn’t leave her mind; Jace’s hands on Nicole, the way he kissed her like she belonged to him. She bit her lip, shaking her head, angry at herself for even caring.
“What the hell was that?” she whispered, forcing herself to move away. Her steps were uneven as she made her way downstairs, trying to focus on anything else. The air in the house felt heavy, as if it carried the echo of what she had just seen.
She tried to clean the table, wipe the counter, anything to distract herself. But every sound, every small movement, seemed to remind her of him. Her mind refused to quiet down.
Then she heard it. Soft footsteps upstairs, followed by the creak of a door. Nicole’s laughter floated down, light and mocking
