Amara’s POV
I rolled over in bed a few times tonight.
I couldn't sleep!
The way he talked, the way his eyes stared at me, the way he threatened me if I didn't marry him — all of these things keep running through my head.
I can't get his stunning features or his deep, husky voice out of my brain.
I don't know what to do because I'm so lost.
I don't have a choice either!
I closed my eyes tightly and hoped I could sleep since it was already midnight. I get anxious when I can't sleep at night, and it's become a habit for me to tell myself that I need to sleep at night to feel better in the morning.
I woke up to the sound of a thud in the kitchen since I moved into the guestroom last night, which is close to the kitchen.
I stretched my arms out wide and yawned as I made my way in
