AMY’S POV
The digital clock on my nightstand cast a harsh neon-red glare through the darkness of my bedroom.
2:14 AM.
Rolling onto my back, I stared at the ceiling as my heart hammered frantically against my ribs. The entire house was totally quiet, but the chaos inside my head was deafening.
I felt like I was being violently pulled in two completely different directions.
On one side was Cole.
The interrogation in the kitchen had been terrifying. He hadn't yelled, which made it so worse. The cold way he had deduced exactly what I had done at the party proved just how dangerous he really was.
He wasn't just protective; he was a mastermind who viewed everyone around him as pieces on a board. And he had made it very clear that I was now in his game, whether I wanted to be or not.
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