A young man who looked to be older than Kalel stood across from her. His eyes were jet gray with skin the shade of bronze. He stared at the child with cordial interest that made her spine vibrate. He smiled, and that was all it took for Amara to feel her pulse run miles as bile seemed to form in her throat.
The man took a step closer, and Amara froze. He made another step. And took another. He is now walking towards her, and all Amara could think of was her feet not moving an inch out of the place. She cursed inside her mind. Cursed her feet. Cursed her body. Cursed her eyes. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. It must be, because the person she is watching draw near is someone she would rather die than see.
Lucas, she whispered.
The man who ruined her life. The man who gave her
