AMELIA
I sighed, letting Erik massage my shoulders with his large, firm hands.
"I could hire you as my personal masseur," I murmured, surrendering to his touch.
He chuckled. "I think it's already in the duties included under the voice mate, but I won't object to a raise," he said, leaning down just enough to brush my neck with a kiss.
It had been half an hour since we had realized who was actually behind the attacks - since the realization had dawned on me like an epiphany. It had been mind-blowing - and we would never have gotten there if Charlie hadn't walked into the room with the sole intention of slicing me open.
As I thought about her, I felt my heart clench. It had been horrible to see, even more than the anger, the sense of betrayal, the confusion in her eyes: that despera
