AMARA’S POV

“I am sorry.”

Damn you, Maryann.

Caelan lifted his head off the massacre of paperwork sprawled across his desk. I was not surprised to find him here, he never failed to let me know how busy he is. But I never knew he was this busy.

Or was he just looking for means to avoid me?

Caelan hiked a brow, his eyes filled with surprise and amusement. “What for?”

Oh, he was going to make me suffer, huh?

For a second, I wanted to damn all of this. He really wanted me to beg for his ...