The room was suffocatingly silent after she slammed the door on Montez.

Amira pressed her back against it, her chest rising and falling like she had just sprinted a marathon. Her throat burned, her lips trembled, and before she knew it, hot tears streamed freely down her cheeks.

She slid to the floor, curling into herself, her hands clawing at the fabric of her dress. It was too much. Yan’s hands on her, his whispered threats, Montez’s accusing gaze, his ...