The morning light filtered through the curtains in soft, golden ribbons, but Amilah woke with a fire in her veins that had nothing to do with the sun. For the first time in months, she didn’t wake up feeling like a victim. She woke up feeling like a predator. Today, her only motive was one; the complete and utter destruction of Victoria Jackson.
As she slowly blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the brightness of the room, she realized she wasn't alone. Lowin was propped up on one elbow his head resting on his palm, watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. There was a heart-warming smile on his lips, but his eyes dark and possessive, held a hunger that suggested he had been imagining a dozen different ways to devour her while she slept. He looked so devastatingly handsome
