Chapter 63

Strange. That’s what she had been acting all day. Fumbled movements and clumsy steps. Rhys’s jaw ticked when she again stubbed her toe on the bark of the tree. The hell was wrong with her?

It took all his self-control and immense patience to not storm to the garden and carry her inside. The weather was changing, the wind was slowly becoming chilly, and it worried him. Amara had a weak immune-system. Even in childhood, she’d catch cough and cold easily. This little temptress was too stubborn for her own good.

It always infuriated him how ignorant she was for her heath.

His brows narrowed in a frown as he observed her through the balcony of his office. Giving him full view of the garden and her. His hands deep in his pockets and back straightened. The white shirt clung to his broad shoulders and tapered at his torso. His gaze so calculative as if he was looking at his prey and not a human. Something about her always made him feral in a way that was both concerning an