~AMARIS
The silence that stretched between Ember and me in the middle of that dimly lit hallway was so thick it felt like heavy, suffocating wool pressing down into my lungs. My fingers remained tightly locked within the wrinkled fabric of Alpha Varg’s massive polo shirt, my knuckles turning completely white as I fought with everything inside me to project a mask of absolute, unbending calm. I could feel the thick, jasmine-scented trail of my own continuous slick still cooling against my bare thighs under the heavy hem of the shirt, a permanent, humiliating brand of the raw intensity he had just subjected me to on the terrace.
Ember didn't move. Her golden eyes remained narrowed into two sharp, piercing slits of pure suspicion, her gaze cutting back and forth between the oversized fabric
