*Amber*

Ryan stands across from me, watching me vent out my frustration the only way I know how to at the moment. In his eyes, there is fear and remorse.

I can almost read the thoughts that glare back at me from behind those bejeweled eyes. He thinks I'm going to leave again. It is no doubt the only reason why he was searching.

Or maybe to apologize for setting me up here, in a place where I am utterly alone, vulnerable, and out of my element.

I raise my left hand, ...