AMARA’S POV

I couldn’t even look at him. I feared I would be unable to stop myself from killing him if I did. Deep down, I knew he was right, but I couldn’t just pack my bags and go toddling back to him.

No matter what my feelings may be, my pride was far greater.

The night was upon us and I was still unable to make a decision. Silence stretched on and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut through.

“Well, isn’t it getting cold?” Rose said, letting out an awkward laugh. ...