Amethyst’s POV
An uncomfortable and awkward silence hung between Devon and me, hanging in the air like a heavy fog. Neither of us wanted to break that silence, a silent standoff that felt as though it might last for an eternity. As the minutes slowly ticked by, I could feel my annoyance escalating beyond my ability to contain it.
Eventually, I stood up, a sudden burst of resolve hitting me as I grabbed my purse tightly in my hand. I turned and started walking toward the door, determined to leave this place—and perhaps even him—behind.
“Where are you suddenly going?” Devon called out, and I halted in my tracks, his voice slicing through the still air.
I glanced back over my shoulder at him, my irritation flaring.
“Anywhere but here,” I replied curtly, my tone sharp as I resumed my
