Amara’s POV
"I said you are mine. That means I have every right to tell you that no one else can have you but me," he said, looking deeply into my soul.
I drew in a deep intake in anticipation of a kiss, but he halted just inches short, locked eyes with me, and said, "Can I kiss you again, my love?"
I stepped back and whispered, "What happens if I have to refuse this time because everything is confusing to me…?"
“You don’t have to understand something… you just have to feel what’s right,” he said, trying to manipulate my feelings again.
"Who are these people?"
He asked, "They're bad people, Amara. Bad people... I just want time to fix it all. Alright?"
"Oh my goodness, here you are, standing before me as if nothing ever happened despite everyone thinking you're dead." Every word
