= Amara =
“And what if I refuse your offer?” he finally asked, breaking the heavy silence between us. “What exactly do you think you can do about it?”
His tried his best to appear calm, but his face betrayed him. The muscles along his jaw were locked tight, his restraint stretched thin, as if he were barely holding back the impulse to wrap his hands around my throat and end the conversation permanently.
I let a slow, knowing smirk curve my lips.
Why did he keep pushing against a choice he’d already made the moment he saved me? Was this some kind of test—of my courage, my loyalty, my limits? Fine. If he wanted a game, I would play it better than him.
“Then you’ll keep chasing ghosts,” I said evenly, offering no mercy in my words. “Another year. Maybe two. Maybe a decade.” I tilted my
