Amanda stumbled forward, her mind reeling as she fought to make sense of the chaos around. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized who was holding her upright, his presence sending a shiver down her spine. His familiar scent swirling around her like a suffocating fog.
"Calixton," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper as she struggled to maintain her composure. Memories of their tumultuous history flooded her mind, each one more painful than the last.
Calixton's gaze bore into hers, his eyes cold and calculating as he studied her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. "Amanda," he replied, his voice smooth and devoid of emotion. "Fancy meeting you here."
Calixton's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, Amanda," he said, his tone
