AMBER POV
I tried to duck under his arm, my heart hammering in my chest, but Aaron was too quick. His hand shot out, catching my wrist with an ease that made my stomach twist. Before I could take another step, he pulled me back, his grip firm but not painful, anchoring me in place.
“Wait,” he said, his voice sharp but quiet, a command disguised as a request. “I’m not done.”
“Well, I am.” I snapped, yanking against his hold. “I’m not waiting for anything.” My words were bold, but my voice wavered, betraying the storm of emotions tearing through me. His fingers didn’t budge, the warmth of his touch searing through my skin like a brand.
“Amber.” My name on his lips was a warning, low and dangerous, carrying the weight of something primal that made my pulse stutter. A flicker of green in h
