AMARA’S POV

“Excuse me?” I asked, not bothering to hide the offense I had taken from that statement.

He shrugged, a light chuckle leaving his lips. “Don’t tell me you are getting offended now? What title did you expect to gain when frolicking around with the help?”

I didn’t know how it happened. One minute I was standing by the door, the next I stood before Caelan watching his head snap to the side as my palm stung.

Slowly, my handprint marked his cheek as his head turned to ...