Chapter 11

The ride to the mansion was torturous with his protective grip on her thigh as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel. Amara could feel him seething underneath the cold mask of his expressions. She swallowed hard, feeling scared for some reason. She was scared cause she didn’t knew what would happen to Martha, but other than that, Amara was strangely calm. 

Throughout the ride, her thoughts now and then moved to Martha. Was she alright? Her eyes widened as she gulped fidgeting with her fingers on her lap. Rhys's grip on her upper thigh loosened slightly as he absent-mindedly caressed the skin. His platinum ring shone under the moonlight as his long fingers glided over her flesh.

The action was so intimate and lingering that it made her wonder if Rhys was doing it intentionally or was it just a gesture of his possessiveness. 

It took him more than an hour to reach the mansion. As they neared, her heart did backflips. From the distance, the mansion se