AMIRA
“I will rip your head away from your neck if you touch a single strand of her hair,” a very familiar voice snapped from behind me, one I had longed to hear for what felt like an eternity.
I turned around as quickly as I could, my heart racing. There stood Jared, dressed in black pants and a black shirt, emanating an aura of strength. Just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming, I glanced over at Ciara and saw the same shock mirrored on her face.
“What the f**k?” Phoenix whispered under his breath, his eyes wide with disbelief. He shot a nervous glance at Paul, who looked more terrified than surprised.
Gathering the absurdly ball gown around me, I ran toward Jared, my heart pounding with relief and joy. I leaped into his embrace, burying my face into his neck. “I can’t believe this,” I mutt
