For the first few seconds, the air around that area of the club seemed to freeze.
Amara couldn’t move nor say a word, all she could do was stare at the group before her, more specifically, the man who had once held her heart and soul in his hand.
But as frozen as the atmosphere was, it quickly thawed and was replaced with something cold, bitter and hateful.
The very same hatred that had grown between the two, Amara’s own being newer and hotter.
For a second, the tension nearly became unbearable as neither of them wanted to look away, refusing to end the silent war of glares going on.
“I think it’s best if we just find another spot.” Melanie said at last, trying her best to defuse the tension that had settled around them.
Her words were what snapped Amara out of her tran
