Amelia’s POV
I smoldered with resentment and rage flowed through me like lava as I walked as fast as I could to my room.
Ignoring Rebecca’s calls and the gazes from the rest of the maids and guards, I slammed my door shut as I placed my back on it.
Why does he always have to do things to ruin the moments I consider perfect? Why does he have to be a jerk?
Sighing, I sort of blamed myself for thinking that Castriel could be anything other than a jerk and it was my fault for expecting so much from him.
I knew him, I should’ve known that he thinks with his c**k instead of his brain. I shouldn’t be expecting anything from him but my stupid heart won’t stop whispering stupid things to me.
“Amy?” Rebecca’s voice came from the other side of the door and I sniffled, my eyes closed and no matt
