CHAPTER 68
AMELIA’S POV
I turned around, and my eyes met his—Sebastian’s.
I could imagine how I probably looked. Tear-painted face, red, swollen eyes—maybe an absolute mess. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. I just couldn’t. It was the absolute last thing on my mind.
Sebastian’s gaze was steady, unreadable, and it gave nothing away.
And no matter how hard I tried to stop the tears from falling, it was useless. It was as if a dam inside me had already burst open. They wouldn’t stop.
I shook my head, looking away from his intense gaze. I shut my eyes tightly as if that could stop the rush of thoughts running through my head.
“I—” I began, stuttering against my will as I felt my throat burn, almost like I’d swallowed scorching hot coffee. “I don’t even know if I can trust any
