Chapter 62

Amara's brows furrowed as she slowly took in her surroundings. The events of the previous night flooded back into her consciousness like a torrential downpour. Rhys and Anna, their lips locked in a passionate embrace, and then her own head resting on Rhys's chest as sleep claimed her. Her eyes widened in realization, and she quickly turned her head away, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach.

"We need to talk," Rhys insisted, his voice low and throaty as he put his hands on either side of her face trapping her. 

Amara refused to meet his gaze and tried to push him away. Rhys barely budged. 

"No," she replied tersely, her tone laced with defiance. She pushed herself and tried to push him away again.

But he was undeterred. He effortlessly manoeuvred her and before she knew it, she was sitting on his lap, his arms forming a protective cage around her. She glared at him, her jaw clenched with frustration. "Let go," she demanded her voice trembling