Chapter 38
Amber Whyte.
Struck by horror, I tore my lips from his.
I froze. Eyes about to pop out of their sockets.
My heart flipped a thousand times as fear jolted my spine, straight to my belly.
It was alive. It was palpable.
I gripped Elion's leather jacket like my life depended on it, almost dissolving into his body as the footsteps drew closer.
Everything in me stopped working.
I couldn't feel my pulse.
My heart stopped beating. It felt like an invisible hand was clenched around it.
My blood ran cold.
But Elion didn't flinch. Didn't bat an eyelid. Wasn't bothered by the intruder.
His demeanor remained dangerously calm while I almost died from a full-blown heart attack.
Fuck! She caught me.
She caught us. Right in the act.
What excuse was I going to give?
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