Amara's POV

“Cassian, stop! What are you doing?” I tried to push him away but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the wall above my head with his other hand. His other hand, gently pressed around my neck like a noose.

“Tell me if he is better,” his voice is hard, husky like a dark smoke permeating the air. I could barely breathe, his warm hand felt like coal on my skin. He slowly trailed a path down. “Not gonna speak? You're only making this hard on yourself,” he spoke, ...