Amelia’s POV
Damien glanced over at me. I was certain that he couldn’t hear the thoughts in my head, but I still jumped a little, like he could read my mind and knew what I had been accusing him of.
“Claire is ready for the blood donation,” Damien said.
“Right,” I said and started toward him. The supplies I would need were already inside of the examination room. All I had to do was get inside.
Yet, before I could take two steps, Jake reached out and snatched my arm in his strong grip. I was effectively shackled, unable to move even an inch more without his consent.
“Let her go, Jake,” Damien growled. “My daughter’s life is on the line.”
“Then have another Healer do this,” Jake replied. “I’m not sending her in there with that viper.”
My own frustration and anger was rising with each
