Amelia's POV
"Amelia," Beau hissed.
His hiss was so frightening that it managed to cut off the ferocious sound of the heavy rains.
Fuck! He saw me. The only thing I could do was beg for my life from him. I thought of getting up from my hiding spot and apologizing to him but that was when I saw where his gaze was directed.
Instead of looking at me, he was looking down the balcony.
"Amelia, from whatever is happening, it looks like you are on a run. You shouldn't have thought of escaping from our clutches." He snarled through his gritted teeth.
It was a relief to know that he had not seen me yet. He was just venting out his frustration. Like a cat, I curled my body in the small balcony and laid hidden behind the small plant pots. I secretly peeped behind the pots to see
