(Amara POV)
I have never seen a person who looked so lost. He looked like a broken child who just wants someone to be beside him and comfort him. To hold him.
We didn’t talk as he stayed silent. I didn't want to pressure him so I gave him time.
I was still in his lap; his head was dug deep into my neck. His hand tightly held around my waist and I ran my hand through his soft curly hair. I didn’t know how long it has been since we are staying like this but I could now see a faint light in the sky.
"Aramis?" I whispered as he gave a small hum. I couldn’t help but feel happy. He was warming up to me.
'He wants to give us a chance' Atarah said making me frown.
'We are not sure' I replied before looking at my mate.
"Aramis?" I called again and this time he hummed and moved back looking
