AMAL
I stare at him in disbelief. “What did you just say?”
“Marry me,” he says, his face impassive as usual.
I resist the urge to rip out his throat. How dare he? “Marry you? I’d rather die,”
He closes his eyes, drawing in a breath. “Fine. Then is there another way I can help you?”
My brows slam together. “Stop acting like a saint. Why do you want to help me anyway?”
He looks at a loss for words. “You clearly need it. Is someone bothering you at home?”
My nostrils flare. “None of your business and I don’t need your pity or your help,”
“Sit down,” he hisses as if he has any right to be angry.
I look him square in the eye. “Or what? Are you going to force me to marry you like you forced yourself on me all those years ago?”
I press my lips together. Crap. Why did I say that out lou
