Amara’s POV

I closed the door and leaned against it, the wood cool against my back, but my skin burned. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking not from fear, but from fury.

God, how dare he?

The hallway light buzzed softly as I clicked it off. I moved through the apartment like I didn’t belong there, like the walls were watching me unravel. Eli stirred in his sleep, a quiet rustle from his room. I paused, breath caught, but he didn’t wake. Thank God.

I dropped onto the couch, pressing my ...