Amelia's pov

The last of my hopes were shattered as the words struck me like a physical blow, each syllable a hammer blow to my skull.

“ Spend the night with me, Amelia,” he said. Which sent a physical shiver of disgust that nearly made me sick. Neither a request nor a proposition was made. It was a firm and uncompromising demand the order of a man used to obtaining his exact desires at any cost.

The implication was so bold that it suffocated me as it hung heavy and thick in the air. ...