June.

He turns around, and I lift my head a little, meeting his gaze—although he wouldn’t know since my wet hair covers most of my face.

His jaw is twitching. Damn. He must be upset that I’m making a fool out of myself in front of his officials.

"You," he says, pointing to the side. My eyes follow his hand, and it lands on Amaka.

"Take her to the restroom," he orders. Then, with that cold voice that makes my stomach clench, he adds, "Tobit, you can let her go."

"Yes, sir," Tobias ...