AMARA'S POINT OF VIEW..

I turned so fast, I was partially shocked about how my neck hadn’t popped from its socket. He looked like the embodiment of sin and danger, dressed in his black leather jacket and black boots. His black hair looked wild and unruly on his head as he walked over to where I now stood. He flashed me the same wild smile that had me feeling breathless the first time we met.

“Hey, Vixen.” He breathed, pushing Julian out of the way without even sparing him a ...