AMBER'S POV

　　My heart raced with worry as I paced back and forth, unable to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in the pit of my stomach. His eyes had turned cold, his voice laced with a venomous anger, and his actions were driven by a singular purpose which was nothing but to confront Nash.

　　He had turned away from me and left immediately without saying a word. I could tell that he didn't want me to see him this way.

　　I couldn't just sit ...