Amara Cross POV
I felt a rush of blood flood my cheeks, setting them on fire with shame. I stood frozen, like a statue made of shock and embarrassment, under the weight of his stare.
Our eyes met in that narrow space, and all I could do was whisper, my voice breaking like fragile glass, “Mr. Dorian.”
He watched me through my reflection in the mirror with deadly calm, while my heart beat like war drums inside my chest.
“What are you doing? Did anyone see you?”
I asked softly, anxious, turning toward him fast while my trembling hand clutched the neckline of the dress so it would not slip and expose me. His gaze was locked on my body, sharp and confusing, like a blade sliding over my skin.
“You said you needed help.”
He replied calmly, but his eyes spoke what his mouth did not. Dark de
